I used to be always overthere on the fourth day at my grand- mother's place, Tear-nan-Ogre, my little grey home in the west, in or about Mayo when the long dog gave tongue and they coursing the marches and they straining at the leash. … [Continuar leyendo]
478.25-36 ¿Son tres o son dos, una? ¿Es un pato?
— Trinathan partnick dieudonnay. Have you seen her? Typette, my tactile O! — Are you in your fatherick, lonely one? — The same. Three persons. Have you seen my darling only one? I am sohohold! — What are yu shevering about, … [Continuar leyendo]
478.16-25 Le preguntan a Shaun en lenguas, a ver si se aclara
Is such the unde deri- vatur casematter messio! Frankly. Magis megis enerretur mynus hoc intelligow. — How? C'est mal prononsable, tartagliano, perfrances. Vous n'avez pas d'o dans votre boche provenciale, mousoo. Je … [Continuar leyendo]
478.05-16 Shaun le parece, a los cuatro, una lombriz terrera
— Now, to come nearer zone; I would like to raise my deuterous point audibly touching this. There is this maggers. I am told by our interpreter, Hanner Esellus, that there are fully six hundred and six ragwords in your malherbal … [Continuar leyendo]
477.30-478.05 Shaun-Yawn abre la boca y despierta. Un túmulo en medio de un naranjal.
— Y? — Before You! — Ecko! How sweet thee answer makes! Afterwheres? In the land of lions' odor? — Friends! First if yu don't mind. Name yur historical grouns. — This same prehistoric barrow 'tis, the orangery. — I see. Very good … [Continuar leyendo]