Contos contados de Finnegan e H.C.E. - Alberte Pagán
Contos contados de Finnegan e H.C.E. - Alberte Pagán
Contos contados de Finnegan e H.C.E. - Alberte Pagán
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these incurable welleslays among those uncarable wellasdays<br />
through Sant Iago by his cocklehat, goot Lazar, <strong>de</strong>liver us!)<br />
without after having been able to jerrywangle it anysi<strong>de</strong>s. Lisa<br />
O’Deavis and Roche Mongan (who had so much incommon,<br />
epipsychidically; if the phrase be permitted hostis et odor insuper<br />
petroperfractus) as an un<strong>de</strong>rstood thing slept their sleep of the<br />
swimborne in the one sweet undulant mother of tumblerbunks<br />
with Hosty just how the shavers in the shaw the yokels in the<br />
yoats or, well, the wasters in the wil<strong>de</strong>, and the bustling tweenydawn-of-all-works<br />
(meed of anthems here we pant!) had not been<br />
many jiffies furbishing potlids, doorbrasses, scholars’ applecheeks<br />
and linkboy’s metals when, ashhoppermin<strong>de</strong>d like no fella he go<br />
make bakenbeggfuss longa white man, the rejuvenated busker (for<br />
after a goodnight’s rave and rumble and a shinkhams topmorning<br />
with his coexes he was not the same man) and his broadawake<br />
bedroom suite (our boys, as our Byron called them) were up<br />
and ashuffle from the hogshome they lovenaned The Barrel, cross<br />
Ebblinn’s chilled hamlet (thrie routes and restings on their then<br />
superficies curiously correspondant with those linea and puncta<br />
where our tubenny habenny metro maniplumbs below the oberflake<br />
un<strong>de</strong>rrails and stations at this time of riding) to the thrummings<br />
of a crewth fiddle which, cremoaning and cronauning, levey<br />
grevey, witty and wevey, appy, leppy and playable, caressed the<br />
ears of the subjects of King Saint Finnerty the Festive who, in<br />
brick homes of their own and in their flavory fraiseberry beds,<br />
heeding hardly cry of honeyman, soed laven<strong>de</strong>r or foyneboyne<br />
salmon alive, with their priggish mouths all open for the larger<br />
appraisiation of this longawaited Messiagh of roaratorios, were<br />
only halfpast atsweeeep and after a brisk pause at a pawnbroking<br />
establishment for the prothetic purpose of re<strong>de</strong>eming the songster’s<br />
truly admirable false teeth and a prolonged visit to a house<br />
of call at Cujas Place, fizz, the Old Sots’ Hole in the parish of<br />
Saint Cecily within the liberty of Ceolmore not a thousand or one<br />
national leagues, that was, by Griffith’s valuation, from the site<br />
of the statue of Primewer Glasstone setting a match to the march<br />
of a maker (last of the stewards peut-être), where, the tale rambles<br />
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