To the tumble of the toss tot the trouble of the swaddled, O. And lest there be no misconception, Miss Forstowelsy, over who to fasten the plight- forlifer on (threehundred and thirty three to one on Rue the Day!) when the nice … [Continuar leyendo]
444.05-8 así juegan los hermanos irlandeses
So let it be a knuckle or an elbow, I hereby admonish you! It may all be topping fun but it's tip and run and touch and flow for every whack when Marie stopes Phil fluther's game to go. Arms arome, side aside, face into the … [Continuar leyendo]
443.29- 444.05 Retrato del hermano en el bar!
sipping some Wheatley's at Rhoss's on a barstool, with some pubpal of the Olaf Stout kidney, always trying to poorchase mov- ables by hebdomedaries for to putt in a new house to loot, cigarette in his holder, with a good job and pension in … [Continuar leyendo]
443.15-29 ¡Qué pinta tiene el hermano!
Dumnlimn wimn humn. In which case I'll not be complete in fighting lust until I contrive to half kill your Charley you're my darling for you and send him to Home Surgeon Hume, the algebrist, before his ap- pointed time, … [Continuar leyendo]
443.12-15 [Y ¿a que te denuncio ante los doce jueces?] Verás qué bien te viene!
It should prove more or less of an event and show the widest federal in my cup. He'll have pansements then for his pensamientos, howling for peace. Pretty knocks, I promise him with plenty burkes for his shins. Será más o menos … [Continuar leyendo]