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The sibilant s is the most difficult sound to correct.
Siwa means Sophie," Sophie adds. "It means youngest sister,
Just because I can't read, doesn't mean I'm stupid - Liesel
German? I don't know what that means ... we don't say that in America
For the first time , I am ashamed to be a German .
Ludwik Szatera was a passionate lover of nostalgia. He could never come to terms with the eternal passage of men, objects and events. Each moment inexorably turning into the past was to him precious, invaluable, and he witnessed its passing with a sense of inexpressible regret.
No effete dauber M.
We need to a new word to describe Swiss happiness.
By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Sassenach I might be to him, but not English.
Squeej? What kind of name was that for a pilot?
Sygmnd was a poor Austrian who'd lost all the vowels in his name in a boating accident.
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!
Days of Dutch courage, just three French letters, and a German sense of humour.
Between 1950 and 1951, I worked as a temporary employee in the Cologne Bureau of Statistics. From summer 1951 on, I have lived as a freelance writer with a fixed postal address in Cologne but with a continually shifting place of work.
UTSL, which Maxine at first takes for an anagram of LUST or possibly SLUT but later learns is Unix for Use The Source, Luke.
Herr Vogel from Heide Strasse. Made all his money from his father. He throws it away on women
English dragoons
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
And after winter folweth grene May.
StocktontoMalone
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
The nuttes schell, thocht it be hard and teuch,Haldis the kirnill, and is delectabill.Sa lyis thair ane doctrine wyse aneuch,And full of fruit, under ane fenyeit Fabill.
Since moving to Valhalla, I'd learned an impressive number of Old Norse cusswords. Meinfretr translated as something like stinkfart, which was, naturally, the worse kind of fart
I was saving the name of 'Geisel' for the Great American Novel.
Today Gustaw has died, today Konrad was born
He must needes go that the dyvell dryveth.
Ne nevere mo ne lakked hire pite;
Tendre-herted, slydynge of corage;
But trewely, I kan nat telle hire age.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
Uncle Monty tell
Papa- the accordionist- and Himmel Street.
One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home.
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
I found my smattering of German very useful here, indeed, I don't know how I should be able to get on without it.
Schweitzer is where I found snowboarding; it will always have a special place in my heart and is a top-notch ski resort. It has some of the best bowl tree skiing in the world and breathtaking views of Sandpoint and Lake Pend Oreille.
I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
flibbertigibbets - and
Oh, sweet thy current by town and by tower, The green sunny vale and the dark linden bower; Thy waves as they dimple smile back on the plain, And Rhine, ancient river, thou'rt German again!
When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
Hermann Buhl with K2. First
Meine Wurst! Better your sausage than your life, man!
I grew up in Zurich until I was 12, and I've always come to Vorderer Sternen for a sausage, a hunk of bread, and some mustard.
corn maque choux. He
Listeners will wonder what an Englishman is doing on the German radio tonight. You can imagine that before taking this step I hoped that someone better qualified than me would come forward.
up yonder in the guzzling Germans' land,
An agile but unintelligent and abnormal German, possessed of the mania of grandeur.
Ut laeve is genne pannekook
Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"
-Spader
Cheese was the staple. Bread you brought from home. The Schnaps came later. At the end of the week when people got paid, that's when you got your Schnaps, lots of it, five Pfennige a shot.
The thick plottens.
The Germans and I no longer speak the same language.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
Jokes about German sausage are the Wurst
My sister married a German. He complained he couldn't get a good
bagel back home. I said: 'Well, whose fault is that?'
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
Sill. Their horses and weapons were confiscated, and they were imprisoned. In a field just
By the way, I have a bone to pick with you." Esperetta
"Only one?" Velkan
"At the moment." Esperetta
"Then I can't wait to hear it." Velkan
"'Bram' and 'Stoker'?" Esperetta
"It was fitting, I thought." Velkan
God, I hate the Germans ...
Out, Himmler! Out of my sight! Go and visit your club-footed daughter! Bring her sauerkraut! Sauerkraut and heroin, Thorndike! She will love it! She will - !
Clay Blaisdell Western
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler."
To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.
Now, I will drink no German beer. The white wine of the country, with a little soda-water; perhaps occasionally a glass of Ems or potash. But beer, never - or, at all events, hardly ever." It is a good and useful resolution, which I recommend to all travellers. I
That sounds like bulshytt!
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
Helga Sigrid was born in Reykjavik, Iceland, and still had an accent right out of Wagner. She was almost as tall as he was, and as Nordic as it was possible to get without disappearing altogether whenever the sun came out.
between Scylla and Charybdis,
cheese cauldron.
People of ze wurl, relax!
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
a Nean derthal with a badge.
steward, bailiff, falconer, houndmaster
Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.
It's a small story really, about, among other things:
* A girl
* Some words
* An accordionist
* Some fanatical Germans
* A Jewish fist fighter
* And quite a lot of thievery
voluptuous sluggard,
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
(Henry requests Sin marry Caledonia)
I would sooner geld myself. Drunk. With a dull knife. (Sin)
The day Spenkelink was put to death a popular Jacksonville disc jockey aired a recording of sizzling bacon and dedicated it to the doomed man.
Unanimously we will confess and pledge ourselves to stand behind the Fuehrer and his movement today and forever and thereby to be of service to the idea of eternal Germany.
Jesper couldn't keep the disdain from his voice. "Only Nina and Matthias speak Fjerdan."
"I speak Fjerdan," Wylan protested.
"Schoolroom Fjerdan, right? I bet you speak Fjerdan about as well as I speak moose."
"Moose is probably your native tongue," mumbled Wylan.
How charmed I am when I overhear a German word which I understand!
There in the midst of German life is an alien and isolated race of men. Loud and self-conscious in their dress, hot-blooded and restless in their manner. An Asiatic horde on the sandy plains of Prussia. Forming among themselves a close corporation, rigorously shut off from the rest of the world.
I am writing Parsifal only for my wife - if I had to depend on the German spirit, I should have nothing more to say.
the Dutchmen had died in 1816. Slagter's
Ulick Norman Owen.
Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructible.
Emil Fischer represents a symbol of Germany's greatness.
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
From now on I'm Switzerland ok!!
The Germans love frankness and honesty. It is so convenient to be frank and honest. This confidingness, this complacence, this showing the cards of German honesty, is probably the most dangerous and most successful disguise which the German is up to nowadays.
At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye; With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.
The German passion for bureaucracy
for written and signal forms ... to move about, to work, to exist
is like a steel pin pinning each French individual to a sheet of paper, the way an entomologist pins each specimen insect ...
sand-bar, sorrowful