— Capilla, Rubrilla and Melcamomilla! Dauby, dauby, with- out dulay! Well, I beg to traverse same above statement by saxy luters in their back haul of Coalcutter what reflects upon my administrants of slow poisoning as my dodear … [Continuar leyendo]
492. 08- Y qué me dices, Shaun, de ella, de Anita?
— Dias domnas! Dolled to dolthood? And Annie Delittle, his daintree diva, in deltic dwilights, singing him henpecked rusish through the bars? My Wolossay's wild as the Crasnian Sea! Grabashag, groogy, scoop and I'll cure ye! Mother … [Continuar leyendo]
492-01-07 Cuenta cuenta, so sabio, los días de la semana!
— How voice you that, nice Sandy man? Not large goodman is he, Sandy nice. Ask him this one minute upthrow inner lotus of his burly ear womit he dropped his Bass's to P flat. And for that he was allaughed? And then baited? The … [Continuar leyendo]
491.31-36 (Y cómo es él? caballero, en qué lugar? A caballo)
He was resting between horrockses' sheets, wailing for white warfare, prooboor welsht- breton, and unbiassed by the embarrassment of disposal but, the first woking day, by Thunder, he stepped into the breach and put on his … [Continuar leyendo]
491.26-31 Y cómo es él, en qué lugar?
— O Tara's thrush, the sharepusher! And he said he was only taking the average grass temperature for green Thurdsday, the blutchy scaliger! Who you know the musselman, his muscle mum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo … [Continuar leyendo]