Рябых, Петр Георгиевич
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| − | + | inged there a cuckoospit less eminent than the redritualhoods of | |
| − | + | Maccabe and Cullen) where, a veritable Napoleon the Nth, our | |
| − | ' | + | worldstage's practical jokepiece and retired cecelticocommediant |
| − | + | in his own wise, this folksforefather all of the time sat, having the | |
| − | + | entirety of his house about him, with the invariable broadstretched | |
| − | + | kerchief cooling his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades and in | |
| − | + | a wardrobe panelled tuxedo completely thrown back from a shirt | |
| − | + | well entitled a swallowall, on every point far outstarching the | |
| − | + | laundered clawhammers and marbletopped highboys of the pit | |
| − | + | stalls and early amphitheatre. The piece was this: look at the lamps. | |
| − | + | The cast was thus: see under the clock. Ladies circle: cloaks may | |
| − | + | be left. Pit, prommer and parterre, standing room only. Habituels | |
| − | + | conspicuously emergent. | |
| − | + | A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal | |
| − | + | sense of which decency can safely scarcely hint. It has been blur- | |
| − | + | tingly bruited by certain wisecrackers (the stinks of Mohorat are | |
| − | + | in the nightplots of the morning), that he suffered from a vile | |
| − | + | disease. Athma, unmanner them! To such a suggestion the one | |
| − | + | selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements | |
| − | + | which ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be able to | |
| − | + | add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Nor have his detractors, | |
| − | + | who, an imperfectly warmblooded race, apparently conceive him | |
| − | + | as a great white caterpillar capable of any and every enormity in | |
| − | + | the calendar recorded to the discredit of the Juke and Kellikek | |
| − | + | families, mended their case by insinuating that, alternately, he lay | |
| − | + | at one time under the ludicrous imputation of annoying Welsh | |
| − | + | fusiliers in the people's park. Hay, hay, hay! Hoq, hoq, hoq! | |
| − | + | Faun and Flora on the lea love that little old joq. To anyone who | |
| − | + | knew and loved the christlikeness of the big cleanminded giant | |
| − | + | H. C. Earwicker throughout his excellency long vicefreegal exis- | |
| − | + | tence the mere suggestion of him as a lustsleuth nosing for trou- | |
| − | + | ble in a boobytrap rings particularly preposterous. Truth, beard | |
| + | on prophet, compels one to add that there is said to have been | ||
| + | quondam (pfuit! pfuit!) some case of the kind implicating, it id | ||
| + | interdum believed, a quidam (if he did not exist it would be ne- | ||
| + | cessary quoniam to invent him) abhout that time stambuling ha- | ||
Версия 14:47, 11 января 2013
inged there a cuckoospit less eminent than the redritualhoods of Maccabe and Cullen) where, a veritable Napoleon the Nth, our worldstage's practical jokepiece and retired cecelticocommediant in his own wise, this folksforefather all of the time sat, having the entirety of his house about him, with the invariable broadstretched kerchief cooling his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades and in a wardrobe panelled tuxedo completely thrown back from a shirt well entitled a swallowall, on every point far outstarching the laundered clawhammers and marbletopped highboys of the pit stalls and early amphitheatre. The piece was this: look at the lamps. The cast was thus: see under the clock. Ladies circle: cloaks may be left. Pit, prommer and parterre, standing room only. Habituels conspicuously emergent.
A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal
sense of which decency can safely scarcely hint. It has been blur- tingly bruited by certain wisecrackers (the stinks of Mohorat are in the nightplots of the morning), that he suffered from a vile disease. Athma, unmanner them! To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Nor have his detractors, who, an imperfectly warmblooded race, apparently conceive him as a great white caterpillar capable of any and every enormity in the calendar recorded to the discredit of the Juke and Kellikek families, mended their case by insinuating that, alternately, he lay at one time under the ludicrous imputation of annoying Welsh fusiliers in the people's park. Hay, hay, hay! Hoq, hoq, hoq! Faun and Flora on the lea love that little old joq. To anyone who knew and loved the christlikeness of the big cleanminded giant H. C. Earwicker throughout his excellency long vicefreegal exis- tence the mere suggestion of him as a lustsleuth nosing for trou- ble in a boobytrap rings particularly preposterous. Truth, beard on prophet, compels one to add that there is said to have been quondam (pfuit! pfuit!) some case of the kind implicating, it id interdum believed, a quidam (if he did not exist it would be ne- cessary quoniam to invent him) abhout that time stambuling ha-
