Setmose smiled, the obvious effect of too-strong wine on his face. He wriggled his toes in his sandals to draw attention to how red they were.
"Hey, Aharon!" he sloshed. "D'you s'pose these are roses?" He then pitched forward into an undignified heap, soft snores beginning to rise already.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
"Hey, Aharon!" he sloshed. "D'you s'pose these are roses?" He then pitched forward into an undignified heap, soft snores beginning to rise already.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll