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Nor shall I speak in any case
Esos ta ow mires?langbot langbot
in any case
My a vynn y ri dhe Tom.langbot langbot
Thou shalt not wash them in any case,
Yma tri hi dhymm.langbot langbot
in any case
My a dhanvonas dhis lyther.langbot langbot
in any case
Da yw genev studhya Sowsnek.langbot langbot
in any case
Klavji bras yw.langbot langbot
in any case
Da o henna.langbot langbot
in any case
Nyns eus owravalow war an voos.langbot langbot
in any case
Res vydh dhymm mos ena a-vorow.langbot langbot
in any case [ phrase ]
Ke ganso.langbot langbot
in any case
Da yw genev hemma.langbot langbot
I swear to you, by my father, even though they were never washed, you shall not wash them in any case.
Ha pandr’a wrug hi dhe dhelinya y’n tewes?langbot langbot
hey all, sorry i'll be missing the session again, i'm struggling with a bit of depression at the minute and i don't quite have the energy. enjoy in any case, and hopefully see you all next week!
Ass yw Tom koth!langbot langbot
any case, in
Ple’ma ow lyver?langbot langbot
They felt as if a trap was closing about them; but they did not quite lose heart. They still remembered the hopeful view they had had of the line of the Road ahead, and they still knew in which direction it lay. In any case, they now had so great a dislike for that hollow place about the stone that no thought of remaining there was in their minds. They packed up as quickly as their chilled fingers would work.
Gevewgh dhymm, my a'gas pys.langbot langbot
In any case, I hadn’t realised that I was so popular, as it seemed, with the girls. In retrospect, I can see that my standing in the class was high enough: I always came second (never first!) in the yearly exams. And I was acknowledged as the best “story writer”; my stories were invariably read aloud to my long-suffering classmates. And, in those days, I wasn’t bald and fat: I had blonde hair and was known as a sporting fellow.
An re ma yw ydhyn.langbot langbot
‘Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends. I have not much hope that Gollum can be cured before he dies, but there is a chance of it. And he is bound up with the fate of the Ring. My heart tells me that he has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before the end; and when that comes, the pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many - yours not least. In any case we did not kill him: he is very old and very wretched. The Wood-elves have him in prison, but they treat him with such kindness as they can find in their wise hearts.’
Nyns ov dha vab.langbot langbot
Although the bulk of Cornish literature has been lost, it seems unlikely that the whole New Testament was ever translated into the language. There is evidence, however, that portions of it had been rendered into Cornish by the middle of the sixteenth century. The speakers of Middle Cornish were in any case no strangers to the Bible. The surviving Middle Cornish texts deal almost exclusively with biblical and religious themes and there are passages in the Passion Poem and the Ordinalia that are almost verbatim quotations from the gospels. John Tregear’s Cornish translations (ca. 1560) of Edmund Bonner’s Homilies are also full of short passages in Cornish translated from the Vulgate text of the New Testament. The Late Cornish writers were also fond of the New Testament. Two chapters of St Matthew, for example, survive from the hand of William Rowe of Sancreed (fl. 1650-1690).
Nyns yw res dhis dos.langbot langbot
THE MISSING BIT OF THE STORY I don’t know what happened next. I wasn’t there and never heard. At the relevant time, I was drifting in and out of consciousness in the infirmary – still feeling like shit whenever I awoke properly. (In more recent times, doctors have told me that they are amazed that I survived at all. As well as my lungs being badly scarred, there was evidence of bleeding in the brain, revealed by an MRI years later. The doctor who did the scan told me that I looked like a boxer who’d had too many fights. But, surely, he must have exaggerated – after all, I ended up pursuing a reasonably successful career (though, I confess, I often feel a bit vague these days.) In any case, over the years, I have ‘filled in’ the missing bit of the story – in my own mind, at least. This probably bears no relationship to what actually happened but I’ll share this version of the missing piece with you. If you ever find out what really happened, write and let me know – I’m still curious. o0o The Prince of Wales Hotel, Emily Street, Seymour, Victoria, Australia. This was a favourite watering-hole for Australian troops returning to Puckapunyal from the zombie ‘battle’ front. (Others favoured the Terminus Hotel and the Railway Hotel – but you don’t need to know that.) The overseas troops who were still on the base – and who had not yet been deployed to the battle front – also favoured the Prince of Wales. How shall I describe the Public Bar of the Prince of Wales, circa 1970? Ever been to a country pub that has not been renovated since around that time? If so, you’ve seen the Public Bar of the Prince of Wales: definitely no soft surfaces, a worn and cracked linoleum floor (for easy cleaning) and a number of ‘tall’ wooden tables around which knots of drinkers gathered and upon which they rested their glasses.
Tomm yw.langbot langbot
“‘Spy’? Is there a spy?” I thought. “Who would that be?” It took a minute or two for my woolly-headed self to realize that the only person whose blood they could be baying for was the sower of the seeds of doubt: me! Oh dear. Dragged to the scaffold by the mob when I could hardly stand on my own two feet. This was not entirely what I had hoped or planned for. Then, ‘The Cavalry’ arrived – almost literally. Ingrid and a U.S. Sergeant burst into my room, having vociferously ordered the infirmary guards to stand aside. “Get your goddammed stuff, soldier – and be quick about it,” ordered the Yankee Sergeant. “You’re leaving now – unless you want to be lynched by your fellow countrymen.” (How nice of him to call me ‘soldier’, I thought.) “Move it!” he screamed in my face. I still don’t know his name – but, evidently, he’d been impressed by what I’d had to say at the lecture and believed that ‘his boys’ had been lured to Australia under false pretences. Perhaps Gately and Swooper had spoken to him. In any case, it seemed he considered that my life might be worth saving. I tried to stand once again but my legs buckled underneath me after a few steps. Ingrid, whom I noticed was dishevelled and out of uniform, turned and screamed: “Guard!” One of the three goons, confused and disorientated, came running into the room. Ingrid pointed to me, now lying on the floor. “Pick him up and follow us!” He did. The brutish bastard was surprisingly strong – but, then again, I had lost a lot of weight and condition since arriving at ‘Pucka’. So, I was no great load to carry. Soon, I found myself flung roughly into the back tray of a jeep. It had been parked at the side of the parade ground. Brawling troops surrounded us on all sides but none paid us any attention – there was just too much brawling that needed still to be done.
Com amor, Jon.langbot langbot
I put on the sergeant’s uniform. It fitted well. The boots fitted well also. But the slouch hat ...? It floated on top of my huge afro and then slid off the back completely. This was a problem. In any event, I thought, Sergeants in the Australian Army probably don’t have afro hair styles. I loved my afro. It was the object of envy of all my female friends. Many used to run their fingers through it – just to see if it were real. They were convinced, if it were real, that I used ‘one hundred and one’ hot rollers every night to maintain the style. This was not true. I didn’t do anything at all to it – just a very quick comb in the morning. Nothing more. However, the afro had to go – and go now. Fortunately, the person who had maintained the flowers in the crypt had left a large pair of scissors – used to trim the stems, I suppose. Anyway, in a few minutes, I had hacked the whole afro from my head. It lay on the floor like a dead creature. David retreated to a corner, staring at me. Perhaps he feared that his afro was next. But there was no need for that – not yet, in any case. So, how did the haircut look? Awful. But it would be hidden under the slouch hat. The hat fitted me now – and I didn’t look like Sergeant Hippy, only Sergeant Very Young. When I had completed dressing myself in the Sergeant’s uniform – and had duly straightened all the sharply pressed seams – I turned to David (who was still a little fearful) and exhibited myself: “Ta-dah! What do you think, mate? Do I exude an air of authority?” I’m not sure what, if anything, he thought of my new appearance. He remained stone-faced at the sight of me – though he did look me up and down. “No matter,” I said. “Now it’s your turn.” I bade him come forward to me but he merely retreated, grunting his disapproval. (Not a good start for my grand plan). I thus needed to gently cajole David for over an hour, a precious hour, before he relented and let me start removing his also recently washed – but even more stained and filthy – clothes.
Onen, dew, tri, peswar, pymp, whegh, seyth, eth, naw, deg.langbot langbot
‘Very good!’ said Frodo. ‘But in that case there are a lot of things to do before we go to bed - under a roof, for tonight at any rate.’
Nyns esov vy owth oberi.langbot langbot
This is the first time, however, that the entire New Testament has appeared in Cornish. The translator has attempted wherever feasible to incorporate into his text any part of the New Testament that survives in traditional Cornish. Translations of the revival period have also been used, albeit in some cases with very heavy editing.
Ro dhymm nebes dehen rew.langbot langbot
‘Behind that there was something else at work, beyond any design of the Ring-maker. I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that maybe an encouraging thought.’
Yth esa hi ow mires orthis.langbot langbot
‘Excellent!’ said Frodo, when he understood the plan. ‘We could not have left any message behind for Gandalf otherwise. I don’t know whether these Riders can read or not, of course, but I should not have dared to risk a written message, in case they got in and searched the house. But if Fatty is willing to hold the fort, and I can be sure of Gandalf knowing the way we have gone, that decides me. I am going into the Old Forest first thing tomorrow.’
A Yowann, a welsys ta an gath?langbot langbot
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