— Breeze softly. Aures are aureas. Hau's his naun? — Me das has or oreils. Piercey, piercey, piercey, piercey! — White eyeluscious and muddyhorsebroth! Pig Pursyriley! But where do we get off, chiseller? — Haltstille, Lucas and … [Leer más...]
481.31-482.02 Temen que vuelva el padre
That is a tiptip tim oldy faher now the man I go in fear of, Tommy Terracotta, and he could be all your and my das, the brodar of the founder of the father of the finder of the pfander of the pfunder of the furst man in … [Leer más...]
481.26-31 Shaun no va a caerse por la pared, como su padre (Humpty Dumpty)
I am afraid you could not heave ahore one of your own old stepstones, barnabarnabarn, over a stumble- down wall here in Huddlestown to this classic Noctuber night but itandthey woule binge, much as vecious, off the … [Leer más...]
481. 20-26 Shaun habla de lo mucho que se parece a su padre
— Ouer Tad, Hellig Babbau, whom certayn orbits assertant re humeplace of Chivitats Ei, Smithwick, Rhonnda, Kaledon, Salem (Mass), Childers, Argos and Duthless. Well, I am advised he might in a sense be both nevertheless, every … [Leer más...]