And in their minds years backslibris, so it was, slipping beauty, how they would be meshing that way, when he rose to it, with the planckton at play about him, the quivers of scaly silver and their clutches of chromes of the highly … [Leer más...]
477.18-22 Así pescaban así así (Los Cuatro a Shaun)
For it was in the back of their mind's ear, temptive lissomer, how they would be spreading in quadriliberal their azurespotted fine attractable nets, their nansen nets, from Matt Senior to the thurrible mystagogue after him and … [Leer más...]
477.10-17 los cuatro pescan al muchacho
And as they were spreading abroad on their octopuds their drifter nets, the chromous gleamy seiners' nets and, no lie, there was word of assonance being softspoken among those quartermasters. — Get busy, kid! — Chirpy, come now! — The … [Leer más...]
477.01-10 Al habla los cuatro. Escucha: Shaun recién nacido
And it is what they began to say to him tetrahedrally then, the masters, what way was he. — He's giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived. — Yerra, why dat, my leader? — Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah? — Or his wind's from … [Leer más...]
476.28-36 Los cuatro adoran al niño va a despertar, cual si fueran reyes magos
More than their good share of their five senses ensorcelled you would say themselves were, fuming censor, the way they could not rightly tell their heels from their stools as they cooched down a mamalujo by his cubical crib, as … [Leer más...]