Näin äsken hienon vietin, jonka avulla opin näkemään että muutaman rivin lainaaminen fantasiakirjasta Suomi24-palstoilla ei ole häiriköintiä. Kiitos, tomumaja, autoit minua näkemään totuuden.
Niinpä, saanen esitellä:
Rid. Hou. 1: 9-17
There was a rush to buy the cook drinks and hear more details.
“Always thought he was odd,” she told the eagerly listening villagers, after her fourth sherry. “Unfriendly, like. I’m sure if I’ve offered him a cuppa once, I’ve offered it a hundred times. Never wanted to mix, he didn’t.”
“Ah, now,” said a woman at the bar, “he had a hard war, Frank. He likes the quiet life. That’s no reason to —”
“Who else had a key to the back door, then?” barked the cook. “There’s been a spare key hanging in the gardener’s cottage far back as I can remember! Nobody forced the door last night! No broken windows! All Frank had to do was creep up to the big house while we was all sleeping…”
The villagers exchanged dark looks.
“I always thought that he had a nasty look about him, right enough,” grunted a man at the bar.
“War turned him funny, if you ask me,” said the landlord.
“Told you I wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of Frank, didn’t I, Dot?” said an excited woman in the corner.
“Horrible temper,” said Dot, nodding fervently. “I remember, when he was a kid…”
By the following morning, hardly anyone in Little Hangleton doubted that Frank Bryce had killed the Riddles. But over in the neighboring town of Great Hangleton, in the dark and dingy police station, Frank was stubbornly repeating, again and again, that he was innocent, and that the only person he had seen near the house on the day of the Riddles’ deaths had been a teenage boy, a stranger, dark-haired and pale. Nobody else in the village had seen any such boy, and the police were quite sure Frank had invented him.
Niinpä, saanen esitellä:
Rid. Hou. 1: 9-17
There was a rush to buy the cook drinks and hear more details.
“Always thought he was odd,” she told the eagerly listening villagers, after her fourth sherry. “Unfriendly, like. I’m sure if I’ve offered him a cuppa once, I’ve offered it a hundred times. Never wanted to mix, he didn’t.”
“Ah, now,” said a woman at the bar, “he had a hard war, Frank. He likes the quiet life. That’s no reason to —”
“Who else had a key to the back door, then?” barked the cook. “There’s been a spare key hanging in the gardener’s cottage far back as I can remember! Nobody forced the door last night! No broken windows! All Frank had to do was creep up to the big house while we was all sleeping…”
The villagers exchanged dark looks.
“I always thought that he had a nasty look about him, right enough,” grunted a man at the bar.
“War turned him funny, if you ask me,” said the landlord.
“Told you I wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of Frank, didn’t I, Dot?” said an excited woman in the corner.
“Horrible temper,” said Dot, nodding fervently. “I remember, when he was a kid…”
By the following morning, hardly anyone in Little Hangleton doubted that Frank Bryce had killed the Riddles. But over in the neighboring town of Great Hangleton, in the dark and dingy police station, Frank was stubbornly repeating, again and again, that he was innocent, and that the only person he had seen near the house on the day of the Riddles’ deaths had been a teenage boy, a stranger, dark-haired and pale. Nobody else in the village had seen any such boy, and the police were quite sure Frank had invented him.
Vastaukset 3
Vanhimmat
Siinä se siis oli se sinun hieno viettisi lainattuna vieraalla kielellä Olisie kertonut vieteistäsi suomeksi, niin moni vanhempikin olisi ymmärtänyt, mikä sinun vieteistäsi on mielestäsi pahin!
vinoilemaan typoista? Onko se sitä kristillisen rakkauden sanomaa? No korjataan sitten: viestin. Tuliko hyvä mieli?
Tämä on alkukielisenäkin aivan yhtä relevantti lainaus tälle palstalle kuin raamattuoksennukset ateismipalstalle. Vuoroin vieraissa.
Kyllä, pyhistä kirjoista voi oppia paljon kaikkea:
Luku 1, jakeet 59 ja 60
59. Suitsukkeeni on pihkaisista puista & kumipuista; eikä siinä ole verta: hiukseni Ikuisuuden puiden takia.
60. Numeroni on 11, kuten kaikkien heidän numerot, jotka meistä ovat. Viisisakarainen Tähti, Ympyrä ohessaan Keskellä & ynpyrä on Punainen. Värini on musta sokeille, mutta sinistä & kultaa näkee näkevä. Minulla on myös salainen autuus niille, jotka minua rakastavat.