nonsensical oor Kornies

nonsensical

adjektief

Without sense; unmeaning; absurd; foolish; irrational; preposterous.

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

fol

Soortgelyke frases

chat and nonsense
kows ha flows

talk nonsense
klappya flows

no-nonsense
diflows

nonsensical talk
flows

lacking nonsense
diflows

what nonsense
pana flows · tetivali

nonsense
atal · flows · gockineth · tetivali

without nonsense
diflows

what nonsense!
tetivali!

voorbeelde

ufereth nonsense, rubbish; popantows jargon; chonter waffle; truflans idle talk; uferans trifling talk; tull humbug
flows (hanow gorow)

What nonsense! /
Tetivali! /

folly; foolishness; stupidity; absurdity; nonsense
gokkineth [hanow kadarn benow]

nonsense, blarney
raydharalla [hanow kadarn gorow]

story; rakka joke, funny story; venshyon fabrication; false report; daralla yarn, fable; romans legend, romance; hwedhel-pagan myth; skel narrative hwedhlow euveredh stuff, nonsense
hwedhel, hwedhlow [hanow kadarn gorow]

what nonsense!
tetivali [goderrer]

blanket (n.) hudhes, lenn; covering pallenn blare (n.) blast; draught hweth, ~ow blarney (n.) nonsense raydharalla blaspheme kussya
blanket (n.) hudhes, lenn; covering pallenn blare (n.) blast; draught hweth, ~ow blarney (n.) nonsense raydharalla blaspheme kussya

folly (n.) foolishness; nonsense follneth; stupidity; absurdity; nonsense gokkineth
folly (n.) foolishness; nonsense follneth; stupidity; absurdity; nonsense gokkineth

Nonsense
Flows

nonsense, ignorance
diskianz, ~ow [hanow kadarn gorow]

(hkg.) ufereth nonsense, rubbish; popantows jargon; chonter waffle; truflanz idle talk; uferanz trifling talk; tull humbug
flows

nonsense
flows

rubbish, nonsense ugens (riv.)
ufereth (hanow benow)

David stepped towards me and gently lifted the cat from my grip. The cat instantly calmed down. The fucking thing started purring as he held it! Another of the zombies came forward and seemingly begged David to pass it over. “Gween”? Was this a word? Was this the cat’s name? Can’t say – I never did hear a zombie, any zombie, utter another syllable – at that time. I was having trouble getting my head around the situation: I was in a fetid den with a bunch of zombies – many of whom had, no doubt, recently slaughtered and eaten their fellow students – and now they were fussing over this rotten cat just like so many old women! The Catholic church almost exterminated the domestic cat in Europe during the Middle Ages – on the basis that it was the servant of the Devil or some such. What a load of superstitious nonsense, eh? Eh? Despite the coolness of our welcome, David seemed intent on spending the night among his fellows – and amid the rank, decaying filth that lay all about. “Nice little place you got here, Fellas,” I said. “I like the way you’ve decorated it.” No response. Zombies apparently have no sense of irony. But I knew I would be safe there – and nowhere else but where David was. So, I stayed. But I didn’t actually get any sleep. You might think I was nervous about one of my co-residents suddenly requiring a midnight snack. But no! I was now quite certain that David’s presence protected me absolutely from zombie attack. What kept me awake was that friggin’ tortoiseshell cat. It parked itself in the opposite corner of the room and kept me under constant observation. I could see its wide green eyes glowing in the dark. Whenever I chanced to close my own eyes, it was on the move, creeping ever closer to me. When I opened them again, it retreated. “This is ridiculous,” I thought. “It’s just a little pussy cat. You need some sleep, Pete.”
Davydh a dheuth ogas dhymm ha drehevel an gath yn jentyl dhiworth ow gavel. A-dhistowgh, an gath eth ha bos kosel. An dra euthyk ma a dhallathas purrya hag ev hy dalgennys! Huni arall yntr’an zombis a dheuth yn-rag ha pledya gans Davydh rag hy ri dhodho. “Gwin”? O hemma ger gwir? O hemma hanow an gath? Ny allav leverel – ny glywis nevra zombi vyth leverel syllabenn arall – y’n tor’ na. Kales o my dhe wonvedhes an studh: yth esov yn fow fleurys gans bagas zombis – hag i ledhys a-gynsow (ha dybrys) aga hesstudhyoryon – ha, lemmyn, yth esens ow fysla a-dro dhe’n gath vreyn ma kepar dell wra fysla keniver benynes koth! Namna dhifeudhas an eglos Gatholik an gath dovhes yn Europa dres an Oesow Kres – drefenn hy bos gwas an jowl po neppyth haval. Ass o bern flows euvergryjyk, a nyns o ev? Dar? Yn despit dhe yeynder agan dynnargh, yth heveli Davydh dhe ervira tremena an nos yn mysk y gowetha – hag yn mysk an lastedhes mosek hag ow pedri esa ow korwedha oll a-dro. “Ass yw hemma trigva hweg, ow sos,” yn-medhav. “Da yw genev an fordh may hwrussowgh hy afina.” Gorthyp vyth. Yn apert, nyns eus syns a eseth dhe zombis. Byttegyns, my a wodhya ow bos salow ena – ha le arall vyth saw mayth esa Davydh. Ytho, my a remaynyas. Mes, yn hwir, ny ylli koska. Possybyl yw ty dhe grysi ow bos nervus yn kever edhomm dhe’m kestrigoryon a gavoes a- dhesempis kroust-hanternos. Mes nyns o yndella! Y’n tor’ na, yth en poran sertan ow bos gwithys yn tien erbynn omsettyans an zombis gans lok Davydh. An dra a wrug dhymm triga difun o an gath driliw euthyk na. Hi re ombarksa yn korn an stevell ha’m gwitha prest war arhwithrans. My a ylli gweles hy dewlagas glas ledan a wolowi y’n tewlder. Peskweyth may tegeis ow dewlagas, hi a dhallathas gwaya, ow pedrevanas yn-nes dhymmo vy. Peskweyth mayth aga tasigeris, hi a wrug kildenna. “Ass yw hemma gokki,” a brederis vy. “Nyns yw a-der kathik vyghan. Res yw dhis nebes kosk, ‘Beder.” 43

(hkg.) rot, nonsense
klapp-poder

Nonsense!
Flows!

(hkg.) nonsense, ignorance
diskianz, ~ow

nonsense n. diskians /dɪ-/ də'skiːɐnz/ m.; talk lâl ~ lâwl; raldharalla; whedhlow ~ whidlow pl.; kywhydal m., pl. -dlow; gerednow BM; flows /flɔʊz/ -ʤ/ m. BK, BM, Ord cf. d floudge; int. brabm an gath WJ; ty ta taw WJ; tetivaly WJ; pòb an cows d pop an towss
nonsense n. diskians /dɪ-/ də'skiːɐnz/ m.; talk lâl ~ lâwl; raldharalla; whedhlow ~ whidlow pl.; kywhydal m., pl. -dlow; gerednow BM; flows /flɔʊz/ -ʤ/ m. BK, BM, Ord cf. d floudge; int. brabm an gath WJ; ty ta taw WJ; tetivaly WJ; pòb an cows d pop an towss

He seemed offended. He walked with me back to the front of the office. When we reached the reception area, he passed his eyes over the numerous zombies which were seated there. “Mr Tremelling?” he called. An elderly zombie stood and walked towards his office. But I caught his arm before he left the area himself. “But, sir, all your staff are dead. They’re rotting on the floor.” “Nonsense!” he retorted. “Staff morale in this office has never been higher.” “And, as I’ve said, all your clients are zombies.” He was incensed. “Young man, please leave. You’re upsetting my clients.” I looked towards the other zombies, still seated. Were they upset? Difficult to say. Certainly, David seemed very happy. The solicitor left, walked along the corridor with his client and closed his office door behind him. I decided to leave as well and called David to come with me. He was reluctant to go. Why would we leave all these lovely people? Then, I heard singing from the rear of building. Another survivor. The singing was loud and out of tune. The words were poorly enunciated. I decided to go back down the corridor to investigate – and to leave David to his new friends for the moment. The singing stopped and a racist tirade began. The subjects of the tirade seemed to be anyone who was not white. Australian aboriginals were especially ‘favoured’ by the speaker. I arrived at this other survivor’s office. He sat amongst huge piles of legal files and empty wine bottles. He saw me and started singing again. Then he stopped abruptly. “Are you Jewish?” he shouted. “No,” I answered quietly.
Offendyes o, dell heveli. Ev a gerdhas genev dhe’n degemmerva. Pan dhrehedhyn ena, ev a viras orth an zombis esedhys y’n sal na, an eyl wosa an gila. “Mester Tremelling,” a elwis ev. Zombi pur goth a sevis yn-bann ha kerdhes troha soedhva an den. Mes my a dhalgennas y vregh kyns ev dhe alloes y honan gasa ganso. “Mes, syrra, dha vayni, oll anedha, yw marow. Yth esons i ow pedri war an leur.” “Gas dha flows!” a worthybis ev. “Spyrys ow mayni yw ughella galla.” “Ha, dell leveris vy, dha gliensow oll yw zombis.” Sklandrys o: “Ow yonker vy, gwra mos dhe-ves. Yth eses jy ow reudhi ow kliensow.” My a viras troha’n zombis erell. Esons i reudhys? Kales o dhe leverel. Yn sur, lowen o Davydh, dell heveli. An laghyas a asas ha kerdhes gans y gliens a-hys an dremenva ha degea daras y soedhva war y lergh. My a erviras gasa keffrys ha gelwel dhe Dhavydh rag dos genev. Anvodhek o. Prag y talvien gasa oll an bobel deg ma? Ena, my a glywas nebonan ow kana yn delergh an drehevyans. Treusvywer arall. Ughel o an kenys – hag anhweg. Nyns o prononsyes yn ta an geryow. My a erviras mos arta a-hys an dremenva rag gul hwithrans – ha gasa berrdermyn Davydh gans y sos nowydh. Y hedhis an kenys – hag y tallathas predhek hilgasek. An benngostennow a’n predhek ma o an dus nag o gwynn, dell heveli. An enesigyon Ostralek a veu ‘faverys’ yn arbennik gans an arethor. My a dheuth dhe soedhva an treusvywer arall ma. Esedhys o ev yn mysk bernyow a restrennow laghel, meur aga braster, hag a votellow-gwin gwag. Ev a’m gwelas ha dalleth kana unnweyth arta. Ena an kenys a hedhis a-dhistowgh. “Osta Yedhow?” a armas ev. “Nagov,” a worthybis yn kosel.

folly; foolishness; nonsense
follneth [hanow kadarn benow]

(hkb.) folly; foolishness; nonsense
follneth

tetivali int what nonsense!
tetivali int what nonsense!

chat and nonsense
/ kows ha flows / / /

rubbish1 (n.) 1 atal a refuse strol i garbage; waste skubyon; 2 filth plosedhez; 3 nonsense ufereth, flows a bollocks; bullshit bragasanz; 4 junk; rubbish; stuff trad
rubbish1 (n.) 1 atal a refuse strol i garbage; waste skubyon; 2 filth plosedhez; 3 nonsense ufereth, flows a bollocks; bullshit bragasanz; 4 junk; rubbish; stuff trad

nonsensical talk
/ flows / / /