— Hail him heathen, heal him holystone! Courser, Recourser, Changechild ..............? Eld es endall, earth .....................? — A cataleptic mithyphallic! Was this Totem Fulcrum Est Ancestor yu hald in Dies … [Leer más...]
480.29-36 No entienden lo que dice: algo de un lobo romano? De leche de loba?
— I am dob dob dobbling like old Booth's, courteous. The cubs are after me, it zeebs, the whole totem pack, vuk vuk and vuk vuk to them, for Robinson's shield. — Scents and gouspils! The animal jangs again! Find the fingall … [Leer más...]
480.22-29 ¿tiró del cordón umbilical que lo unía al padre?
— Hey! Did you dream you were ating your own tripe, acushla, that you tied yourself up that wrynecky fix? — I see now. We move in the beast circuls. Grimbarb and pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A child's dread … [Leer más...]
480.12-21 Shaun empieza a transformarse en HCE (Su propio padre)
— Magnus Spadebeard, korsets krosser, welsher perfyddye. A destroyer in our port. Signed to me with his baling scoop. Laid bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle me. Ecce Hagios Chrisman! — Oh, Jeyses, fluid! says the poisoned … [Leer más...]
480.05-11 Lo dicho por Shaun dicho está, ahora a ver qué dicen en el barco danés
— Very good now. That folklore's straight from the ass his mouth. I will crusade on with the parent ship, weather prophet- ting, far away from those green hills, a station, Ireton tells me, bonofide for keeltappers, now to come to the … [Leer más...]