while they paddled away, keeping timemagnetically with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolu-fool jouay allo misto posto, O so jaonickally, all barely in theirtyptap teens, describing a charming dactylogram of nocturnesthough repelled by … [Leer más...]

Now, there were as many as twentynine hedge daughters outof Benent Saint Berched's national nightschool (for they seemedto remember how it was still a once-upon-a-four year) learningtheir antemeridian lesson of life, under its tree, against its … [Leer más...]

He was there, you couldplanemetrically see, when I took a closer look at him, that was tosay, (gracious helpings, at this rate of growing our cotted child ofyestereve will soon fill space and burst in systems, so speeds theinstant!) amply altered for … [Leer más...]

Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, nexthalted to fetch a breath, the first cothurminous leg of his night-stride being pulled through, and to loosen (let God's son now belooking down on the poor preambler!) both of … [Leer más...]

youwill shiff across the Moylendsea and round up in your ownescapology some canonisator's day or other, sack on back, alack!digging snow, (not so?) like the good man you are, with yourpicture pockets turned knockside out in the rake of the rain … [Leer más...]