Flummery is what I would call it if you were to ask me to put iton a single dimension what pronounced opinion I might possiblyorally have about them bagses of trash which the mother andMr Unmentionable (O breed not his same!) has reduced to writ-ing … [Leer más...]
FW 419.33-36 offal tosh! (awful trash)
Overdrawn! Puffedly offal tosh! Be-sides its auctionable, all about crime and libel! Nothing beyondclerical horrors et omnibus to be entered for the foreign as second-class matter. The fuellest filth ever fired … [Leer más...]
FW 420.05-10
When sheslipped under her couchman. And where he made a cat with apeep. How they wore two madges on the makewater. And whythere were treefellers in the shrubrubs. Then he hawks his hand-mud figgers from Francie to Fritzie down in the kookin. Phizis … [Leer más...]
FW 419.27-32
But, hellas, it is harrobrew bad on the corns and callouses. As far as that goes I associate myself with your remark just now from theodicy re’furloined notepaper and quite agree in your prescriptions for indeed I am, pay Gay, … [Leer más...]
FW 419.19-27
—Greek! Hand it to me! Shaun replied, plosively pointing to the cinnamon quistoquill behind his acoustrolobe. I’m as after- dusk nobly Roman as pope and water could christen me. Look at that for a ridingpin! I am, thing … [Leer más...]