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...]
476.19-28 ahí se le veía (a Shaun), rodeado por los cuatro.
All of asprawl he was laying too amengst the poppies and, I can tell you something more than that, drear writer, profoundly as you may bedeave to it, he was oscasleep asleep. And it was far more similar to a satrap he lay … [Leer más...]
476. 13-19 Pero si el muerto es Shaun, aka Yawn!
And a crack quat- youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psy- chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the odd trick of the … [Leer más...]