Last night one of my post-dated letters went to post, the first of that fatal series which is to blot out the very traces of my existence from the earth. Again the excited jabber came across the water. Now the head of the squid had broken the surface and the sea was being thrashed into foam by the great heaving mantle round it. Nothing survived from his original wardrobe. As he fled back over the Danube, leaving his forces to be cut to pieces, so now he is intent on being safe, careless of all. It was a colony of the national gangs and they ran it with pistols and baseball bats.
He had a very square face whose sharp angles were accentuated by short, wiry black hair, cut en brosse and without side-whiskers.
Genie in the Bottle - låttext
Ýòî äàåò íàì íàäåæäó íà ïðîäîëæåíèå ïåðåãîâîðîâ. The swollen sun burned straight down the middle of the frying concrete and there was no shade anywhere except under the few scattered palms in the forecourts of the motels. Thus the coastguard on duty on the eastern side of the harbour, who at once ran down to the little pier, was the first to climb aboard. But grass will grow, especially in warm and damp weather, such as was that of the period of the murder, as much as two or three inches in a single day. Êàê ñîîáùàåòñÿ, íà òîðæåñòâåííîì ïàðàäå ñòðàí Îëèìïèéñêèõ èãð â ñîñòàâå ñáîðíîé Ñàóäîâñêîé Àðàâèè âûøëè äåâóøêè â òðàäèöèîííûõ ìóñóëüìàíñêèõ ãîëîâíûõ óáîðàõ - õèäæàáàõ. If he failed to come on the air precisely at six-thirty, there would be a second call, the Blue call, at seven, and, finally, the Red call at seven-thirty. Then the winter rains would get to work, and the imprisoned flies, and quickly the villa would take on again its abandoned look.