To camiflag he turned his shirt. Isn't he after borrowing all before him, making friends with everybody red in Rossya, white in Alba and touching every dis- tinguished Ourishman he could ever distinguish before or be- hind from … [Leer más...]
463.17-22 Son tal para cual (los hermanos)
We're as thick and thin now as two tubular jawballs. I hate him about his patent henesy, plasfh it, yet am I amorist. I love him. I love his old portugal's nose. There's the nasturtium for ye now that saved manny a poor sinker from … [Leer más...]
463.11-17, así es él, se parece mucho al hermano
That's his little veiniality. And his unpeppeppedi- ment. He has novel ideas I know and he's a jarry queer fish be- times, I grant you, and cantanberous, the poisoner of his word, but lice and all and semicoloured stainedglasses, … [Leer más...]
463.05-11 a que llora!
Bearer may leave the church, signed, Figura Porca, Lictor Magnaffica. He's the sneaking likeness of us, faith, me altar's ego in miniature and every Auxonian aimer's ace as nasal a Romeo as I am, for ever cracking quips on himself, … [Leer más...]
463.01-05 y sigue con Shem
blushing like Pat's pig, begob! He's not too timtom well ashamed to carry out onaglibtograbakelly in his showman's sinister the testymonicals he gave his twenty annis orf, showing the three white feathers, as a home cured emigrant … [Leer más...]