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The Mysterious Flame Of Queen Loana :: Эко Умберто
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Gliding smoothly after him is Josephine Baker, but this time à poil , like the Kalmyk women from Races and Peoples of the Earth , except for a skirt of bananas around her waist, softly crooning Oh such grief I feel, such misery, to think, My Lord, that I offended Thee.
Then comes Diana Palmer singing Il n’y a pas , il n’y a pas d’amour heureux , Yanez de Gomera trilling Iberically O Maria la O , I’ve got kisses for you , O Maria la O , please let me adore you , a single look from you and there’s nothing I can do , and then the executioner of Lille, who sobs blond is your hair , made of strands of gold , sweet are your lips and fair , before decapitating Milady de Winter with a single blow, sffft , causing her adorable head, marked by a fleur-de-lis branded on her brow, to roll to the bottom of the stairs, almost to my feet, as the Four Musketeers croon in falsetto, She gets too hungry for dinner at eight , she likes the theater and never comes late , she never bothers with people she’d hate , that’s why Milady is a tramp! Down comes Edmond Dantès intoning This time my friend , it’s on me , its on me , and Abbé Faria, coming after him wrapped in his sackcloth shroud, points and says, That’s him , that’s him , yes , yes , that’s the man , as Jim, Dr. Livesey, Lord Trelawney, Captain Smollett, and Long John Silver (dressed up as Peg-Leg Pete, hitting every step once with his foot and three times with his prosthesis) challenge his right to Captain Flint’s treasure, and Ben Gunn smiling like Trigger Hawkes with his canine teeth and saying Cheese! With the clack of Teutonic boots, Comrade Richard descends the stairs, his tap shoes clattering to the rhythm of New York , New York , it’s a wonderful town! The Bronx is up and the Battery’s down , and the Laughing Man, on the arm of Lady Josiane, who is as naked as only an armed woman can be, is articulating I got rhythm , I got music , I got my girl , who could ask for anything more?
And stretching along the staircase now, thanks to a staging miracle concocted by Dr. Zarkov, is a long shimmering monorail, on which La Filotea arrives, rises to the summit, then passes into the entry of the school… And emerging out of it as if from a happy apiary, and retracing its route toward the bottom of the stairs, come Grandfather, Mamma, Papà leading a tiny Ada by the hand, Dr.
Gliding smoothly after him is Josephine Baker, but this time à poil , like the Kalmyk women from Races and Peoples of the Earth , except for a skirt of bananas around her waist, softly crooning Oh such grief I feel, such misery, to think, My Lord, that I offended Thee.
Then comes Diana Palmer singing Il n’y a pas , il n’y a pas d’amour heureux , Yanez de Gomera trilling Iberically O Maria la O , I’ve got kisses for you , O Maria la O , please let me adore you , a single look from you and there’s nothing I can do , and then the executioner of Lille, who sobs blond is your hair , made of strands of gold , sweet are your lips and fair , before decapitating Milady de Winter with a single blow, sffft , causing her adorable head, marked by a fleur-de-lis branded on her brow, to roll to the bottom of the stairs, almost to my feet, as the Four Musketeers croon in falsetto, She gets too hungry for dinner at eight , she likes the theater and never comes late , she never bothers with people she’d hate , that’s why Milady is a tramp! Down comes Edmond Dantès intoning This time my friend , it’s on me , its on me , and Abbé Faria, coming after him wrapped in his sackcloth shroud, points and says, That’s him , that’s him , yes , yes , that’s the man , as Jim, Dr. Livesey, Lord Trelawney, Captain Smollett, and Long John Silver (dressed up as Peg-Leg Pete, hitting every step once with his foot and three times with his prosthesis) challenge his right to Captain Flint’s treasure, and Ben Gunn smiling like Trigger Hawkes with his canine teeth and saying Cheese! With the clack of Teutonic boots, Comrade Richard descends the stairs, his tap shoes clattering to the rhythm of New York , New York , it’s a wonderful town! The Bronx is up and the Battery’s down , and the Laughing Man, on the arm of Lady Josiane, who is as naked as only an armed woman can be, is articulating I got rhythm , I got music , I got my girl , who could ask for anything more?
And stretching along the staircase now, thanks to a staging miracle concocted by Dr. Zarkov, is a long shimmering monorail, on which La Filotea arrives, rises to the summit, then passes into the entry of the school… And emerging out of it as if from a happy apiary, and retracing its route toward the bottom of the stairs, come Grandfather, Mamma, Papà leading a tiny Ada by the hand, Dr.