One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy, dirty old drunkie howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going "blerp blerp" in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking guts.
Ühte asja ei talunud ma kunagi, näha räpaseid, musti vanu joodikuid, laulmas räpaseid laule oma isadest ja tehes "kõõks, kõõks" vahepeal, nagu see oleks vana räpane orkester, kes tema vastikut julgust andis.