... ma şinile ca glon ţul pe lâng ă noi: Jdiu! Jdiu!... Cabina duduind ca o cutie de rezonanţă. Bâu! Bâu! (Muzic ă) Vânt. Cald în ăuntru. Cred c ă ne-... ...(film pentru adul ţi) la televizor (video) comandat. Cinci scene de sex: “My secret life”. Hotel dichisit, domn’e. Le-nvaţă pe femei s ă nu fie per... ..., Gary Hostallero, care nefiind japonez picta samurai din feudalism. Prin pie ţe picturi deschid galerii particulare (art show). De pild ă Guilloume... ...e sunt l ăsate în pungi de plastic la col ţ de strad ă, porumbei prin pie ţe. Un b ărbat dormind pe trotuar învelit în cartoane, pare homeless...

... English history. She sighed, “That’s what I’ll do after college! I’ll get my hands on one of these prairie towns and make it beautiful. Be an inspira... ...query was, “Can you tell me of a good, light, exciting love story to read? My husband’s going away for a week.” 14 Main Street She was fond of the ot... ... any morning now.” “Huh! You must be frightfully old—prob’ly too old to be my granddaughter, I guess!” Thus in the Vale of Arcady nymph and satyr begu... ... are not so virginal as they used to be Nobody needs drug-store ice cream; pie is good enough for anybody. 159 Sinclair Lewis The farmers want too mu... ... numerous doors. If the plot lacked lucidity, the dual mo- tif of legs and pie was clear and sure. Bathing and mod- eling were equally sound occasions... ...h to the thunderous cli- max when Mr. Schnarken slipped a piece of custard pie into the clergyman’s rear pocket. The audience in the Rosebud Movie Pal... ...trading the an- cient Christmas hymns of the fjords for “She’s My Jazzland Cutie,” being Americanized into uniformity, and in less than a generation l...

...we were wondering what we’d do with them?” “Good Lord! Did you ever in all my life know me to wear the coat of one suit and the pants of another? What... ... it? Last night, when I was driving over to Verg Gunch’s, I felt a pain in my stomach, too. Right here it was—kind of a sharp shoot- ing pain. I—Where... ...ay not be any Rockefeller or James J. Shakespeare, but I certainly do know my own mind, and I do keep right on plugging along in the office and—Do you... ...e ordered nothing but English mutton chop, radishes, peas, deep-dish apple pie, a bit of cheese, and a pot of coffee with cream, adding, as he did inv... ...ord of God. Oh, there’s a swell bunch of Lizzie boys and lemon-suckers and pie-faces and infidels and beer-bloated scribblers that love to fire off th... ...tical that Babbitt longed for the refreshment of Gunch’s, “Well, old lemon-pie-face, what’s the good word?” Immediately after lunch Mrs. Babbitt began... ...ed for conversation: “Saw a bang-up cabaret in New York: the ‘Good-Morning Cutie’ bunch at the Hotel Minton.” “Yes, they’re pretty girls. I danced the...