— I'm thinking to, thogged be thenked! I was just trying to think when I thought I felt a flea. I might have. I cannot say for it is of no significance at all. Once or twice when I was in odin- burgh with my addlefoes, Jake Jones, … [Leer más...]

  Now, the oneir urge iterimpellant, I feel called upon to ask did it ever occur to you, qua you, prior to this, by a stretch of your iberborealic imagination, when it's quicker than this quack- ing that you might, bar accidens, … [Leer más...]

  — I ahear of a hopper behidin the door slappin his feet in a pool of bran. — Bellax, acting like a bellax. And so the triptych vision passes. Out of a hillside into a hillside. Fairshee fading. Again am I deliciated by the … [Leer más...]

— I feel a fine lady . . . floating on a stillstream of isisglass . . . with gold hair to the bed . . . and white arms to the twinklers . . . O la la! — Purely, in a pure manner. O, sey but swift and still a vain essaying! Trothed today, … [Leer más...]

  — I see a blackfrinch pliestrycook . . . who is carrying on his brainpan . . . a cathedral of lovejelly for his . . . Tiens, how he is like somebodies! — Pious, a pious person. What sound of tistress isoles my ear? I horizont … [Leer más...]