Those worthies, my old faher's onkel that was garotted, Caius Cocoa Codinhand, that I lost in a crowd, used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my yuonkle's owlseller, Woowoolfe Woodenbeard, that went … [Leer más...]

    Triss! Did you note that worrid expressionism on his megalogue? A full octavium below me! And did you hear his browrings rattlemaking when he was preaching to himself? And, whoa! do you twig the schamlooking leaf greeping … [Leer más...]

    The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split and, be the hole in the year, they were laking like heaven's reflexes. But I told him make your will be done and go to a general and I'd pray confessions … [Leer más...]

    Grunt unto us, I pray, your fore- boden article in our own deas dockandoilish introducing the death of Nelson with coloraturas! Coraio, fra! And I'll string second to harmanize. My loaf and pottage neaheaheahear … [Leer más...]