or, Gash, without butthering my head to assortail whose stroke forced or which struck backly, I'll be all over you myselx hori- zontally, as the straphanger said, for knocking me with my name and yourself and your babybag down at such a … [Leer más...]
444.8-15 El pesado de Shan sigue amenazando, dolido como está por lo que pasó entre Shem e Issy
To the tumble of the toss tot the trouble of the swaddled, O. And lest there be no misconception, Miss Forstowelsy, over who to fasten the plight- forlifer on (threehundred and thirty three to one on Rue the Day!) when the nice … [Leer más...]
444.05-8 así juegan los hermanos irlandeses
So let it be a knuckle or an elbow, I hereby admonish you! It may all be topping fun but it's tip and run and touch and flow for every whack when Marie stopes Phil fluther's game to go. Arms arome, side aside, face into the … [Leer más...]
443.29- 444.05 Retrato del hermano en el bar!
sipping some Wheatley's at Rhoss's on a barstool, with some pubpal of the Olaf Stout kidney, always trying to poorchase mov- ables by hebdomedaries for to putt in a new house to loot, cigarette in his holder, with a good job and pension in … [Leer más...]
443.15-29 ¡Qué pinta tiene el hermano!
Dumnlimn wimn humn. In which case I'll not be complete in fighting lust until I contrive to half kill your Charley you're my darling for you and send him to Home Surgeon Hume, the algebrist, before his ap- pointed time, … [Leer más...]