そんで、やつはパイントをぐっと飲み干した。 第95投。269ページ、1314行目。 And he took the last swig out of the pint. Moya. All wind and piss like a tanyard cat. Cows in Connacht have long horns. As much as his bloody life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled multitude in Shanagolden where he daren’t show …
