A poet's refusal to "translate"
But there he is again, a few pages later, with his tiny cursive handwriting.
He… uh… turns her into what is inevitably called “nut-brown” from the sun, and all her problems also vanish.
Shaw did more than expose the hypocrisies at the heart of conservative Victorian morality.
Do you think he’s rude because he uses his harpoon to reach across the table and stab a beefsteak?
“Here I am in my raggedy hat and my… boots with the holes in it, and I can’t afford a frickin’… hamburger!"
"Hey! Everybody. I’m tellin’ you a story."
By Great Owywiewi's beard, we're doomed!
You seem like the kind of person who would know in a heartbeat, in real time, whether or not you had been insulted, and to what precise degree.