— We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed, but from franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn out, we hear to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter. Speak to us of Emailia. — As, Shaun replied patly, … [Leer más...]
FW 409.30-410.19 Y aparece Él
— Then, we explained, salve a tour, ambly andy, you possibly might be so by order? — Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid lipes, not what I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on me pre- mitially by Hireark Books … [Leer más...]
FW 409.08-30 Shaun, a voise pure
— But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we remembered, who it was, good boy, to begin with, who out of symphony gave you the permit? — Goodbye now, Shaun replied, with a voice pure as a church- mode, in echo rightdainty, … [Leer más...]
FW 408.18-409.07 (“My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so?” (U 10.865)
I can seeze tomirror in tosdays of yer when we lofobsed os so ker. Those sembal simon pumpkel pieman yers! We shared the twin chamber and we winked on the one wench and what Sim sobs todie I'll reeve tomorry, for 'twill be, I have hopes of, … [Leer más...]
FW 408.9-18. Shaun es cartero.
Well, I'm liberally dished seeing myself in this trim! How all too unwordy am I, a mere mailman of peace, a poor loust hastehater of the first degree, the principot of Candia, no legs and a title, for such eminence, or … [Leer más...]