Love and Fantasy in the Cuckoo IslandsWesma Publishers, 2003 - 167 pagini A story of romance and adventure in the South Pacific, involving a castaway who treks across several islands and meets a number of colorful characters, including a spy, an intelligence officer and refugees, as well as charming girls and women. The hero settles down in his new country and joins a club, whose members discuss the world situation at the end of the second millenium |
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Pagina 14
... sleep . Or was it sleep ? How ridiculous the whole situation was ! A weak forty - year - old man , struggling against the whole South Pacific Ocean and most likely losing the battle . Where was the umpire , where was the judge , who ...
... sleep . Or was it sleep ? How ridiculous the whole situation was ! A weak forty - year - old man , struggling against the whole South Pacific Ocean and most likely losing the battle . Where was the umpire , where was the judge , who ...
Pagina 16
... sleep . I got up , looked around , walked a bit away from the shore and behind a bush and behind a tree was looking well , for a secluded spot to relieve myself . When I resumed my standing posture , I heard someone splashing water , a ...
... sleep . I got up , looked around , walked a bit away from the shore and behind a bush and behind a tree was looking well , for a secluded spot to relieve myself . When I resumed my standing posture , I heard someone splashing water , a ...
Pagina 22
... sleeping . She smoothed the ground on which we slept and made it quite soft by bringing in a lot of leaves and grass . We slept each night together , I mostly behind her back or she behind mine , when it was cool we even pressed our ...
... sleeping . She smoothed the ground on which we slept and made it quite soft by bringing in a lot of leaves and grass . We slept each night together , I mostly behind her back or she behind mine , when it was cool we even pressed our ...
Pagina 24
... sleep all the days you stay here . Do you see this sharp stone ? One night when you are asleep , I would smash your head with it and hit it and hit it till you are dead . Remember it ! " That said it all . No further explanations were ...
... sleep all the days you stay here . Do you see this sharp stone ? One night when you are asleep , I would smash your head with it and hit it and hit it till you are dead . Remember it ! " That said it all . No further explanations were ...
Pagina 27
... sleep with me . " So really , Robbie , you would not need to be concerned on that account . However , if we get away from this forsaken island , and if you would insist on it or even just desire it I would marry you . " " Why marry a ...
... sleep with me . " So really , Robbie , you would not need to be concerned on that account . However , if we get away from this forsaken island , and if you would insist on it or even just desire it I would marry you . " " Why marry a ...
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Albanians Aroha asked Bacon beer boat Bohunk border bottles Cathy coconuts convent school cooking couple Cuckoo Islands Danley day after tomorrow discussion drink erotic eventually excess wealth eyes Father Cornelius feel felt film fish Foxtown Fred friends girl Hamsa hand happened happy Herb Hua Hua identity document immigrant intelligence interest Jesse Kirk kiss knew labor labor camp Lenin Lily lived looked marriage married married couples meals mind morning Mother Superior mouth-to-mouth resuscitation never night Noa Roa penis perhaps realized refugee camp Robbie Roberta seemed Shiffer Sidney situation sleep Sleeper Society someone soon speak Stalin started stay sure talk thought tomorrow took touch vasectomy waiting walked weeks wife wind woman women wondered young
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Pagina viii - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pagina viii - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird...
Pagina 145 - But there is another factor which should be taken into account," the Yid joined the discussion, "namely, the desire of the public to be entertained at whatever cost.