суббота, 27 октября 2007 г.

In Schluckt-ein-Specht-ohne-mein-Beisein


Whoever comes too late, is not very early turn. Until quite recently, I have come to hear that the reibeisenstimmige Wuschelbart- schluckspecht Harry Rowohlt tomorrow in Muenster reads. What exactly he reads, he tells no one. For 16 € a very rewarding but costly affair. The prize is me, but do not scrape-it is already sold out. And so, I will (inevitably) at home simply my great Flann O'Brien-Buch rausholen (have), and one or two glasses of stout drink on the zottelige rafters, a few kilometers from the hall inspires me. My wallet is the only one who was there, I thanked the absence. Nevertheless.

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