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arcana imperii :: the book of j

30.4.04

«multi-lang»

aleut inuit: my anorak is far too cold for a kayak expedition to the igloo. bring me a parka instead.

farsi: this talc bazaar has everything! just one kiosk alone sells lilac tiaras, and azure shawls.

sanskrit: the pundit and his guru were repeating their mantra, hoping for nirvana, when some fool ruined their karma, chipping the crimson lacquer on the chintz.

turkish: oh! effendi! i really must apologise for spilling coffee over your kilim, and dripping yoghurt over your turquoise divan.

czech: fetch the howitzer! some fool's armed the robot with a pistol.

welsh: wrap the corgi in flannel and hide him in the coracle.

portuguese: all this palaver simply because the albino albatross doesn't have a taste for marmalade.

hungarian: get the sabre from the coach! the hussar has overdone the paprika and ruined my goulash.

aztec: i'm not eating avocado with chilli sauce, or tomato with chocolate. feed it all to the coyote!

russian: the commissar orders a mammoth samovar of vodka to be dispatched to the balalaika player.


via babski. kia ora!