There would he lay till they would him descry, spancelled down upon a blossomy bed, at one foule stretch, amongst the daffydowndillies, the flowers of narcosis fourfettering his footlights, a halohedge of wild spuds hovering over him, … [Leer más...]
472.04-10 Shaun tiene facultades para hacer lo que hace
May your bawny hair grow rarer and fairer, our own only wideheaded boy! Rest your voice! Feed your mind! Mint your peas! Coax your qyous! Come to disdoon blarmey and walk our groves so charming and see again the sweet rockelose where … [Leer más...]
471.34-472.04 Shaun navega en un barril, en su viaje a través de la noche, vuelve a ser bebé e incluso se convierte en predicador
Wethen, now, may the good people speed you, rural Haun, export stout fellow that you are, the crooner born with sweet wail of evoker, healing music, ay, and heart in hand of Sham- rogueshire! The googoos of the suckabolly in the rockabeddy … [Leer más...]
471.23-34 Shaun habla en la mas elocuente tradición del culo parlante
with a posse of tossing hankerwaves to his windward like seraph's summonses on the air and a tempest of good things in packetshape teeming from all accounts into the funnel of his fanmail shrimpnet, along the highroad of the nation, … [Leer más...]
471.14-23 La (difícil) postura de Shaun es porque se va a tirar, sí, un cuesco.
and Jawjon Redhead, bucketing after, meccamaniac, (the headless shall have legs!), kingscouriered round with an easy rush and ready relays by the bridge a stadion beyond Ladycastle (and what herm but he narrowly missed fouling her buttress … [Leer más...]