sudden and severe oor Kornies

sudden and severe

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

trommdynn

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sudden and severe
/ trommdynn / / /

acute (adj.) (bas.) 1 severe; intense; excruciating purdynn; 2 a penetrating; insightful empek, lymm; b keen; sensitive sensytyf; c keen; serious gluw; d sudden and severe trommdynn; e on higher pitch ughel; 3 a of fewer than 90 degrees enlymm; b rising from left to right yskynnus
acute (adj.) (bas.) 1 severe; intense; excruciating purdynn; 2 a penetrating; insightful empek, lymm; b keen; sensitive sensytyf; c keen; serious gluw; d sudden and severe trommdynn; e on higher pitch ughel; 3 a of fewer than 90 degrees enlymm; b rising from left to right yskynnus

Gately was not to be deterred so easily. He came from a long line of folk who never gave up. He continued: “He says he’s seen ‘em recover – come back to the world of the livin’ with no more to show for bein’ a zombie than a few scars from the bites. He says he saw a couple of his own friends get better – but he thinks they got burned up by the napalm our guys dropped at the University a couple of weeks back.” The Aussie ‘veterans’, as one, stopped drinking as they took in the significance of what Gately had just said. The Yanks said nothing for those same few seconds. The barmaid, naturally fearful of any sudden silence in her bar, turned and stared at them in wide-eyed alarm. One of the Aussies broke the silence: “How many of the zombie guys are supposed to get better? Only two? Three? How many?” Gately replied: “The guy didn’t tell us that. Your Captain Doctor silenced him with several jolts from a cattle-prod. Screamed like a stuck pig, he did. Then some of our guys tried to stop the guy being taken away ‘cos we wanted to hear what he had to say.” “And?” said the first Aussie. “The guards pulled their side-arms on us – and dragged him away.” “Very friendly indeed,” muttered another of the Aussies, not really surprised by this aspect of what he was being told. “So,” said the first Aussie – who had now put his beer aside completely (an extremely serious move) – “ we really don’t know whether it’s one thousand guys – or just two – who are supposed to get better and stop being zombies, do we?” “No, sir” admitted Gately, “we do not. But, if two of the guy’s own close friends got better, that means it must be pretty common. That means there could be thousands, tens of thousands of young guys – just like us that would recover. That is, if they weren’t bein’ ‘wasted’ by the rest of us right now.”
Nyns o dyswadyes Porther mar es: ev re dheuth dhiworth teylu na wrug nevra omri. Ev a besya: “Ev a lever ev dh’aga gweles bos omyaghhes – dhe dhehweles dhe vys an dus vyw – gans travyth moy bos gwelys a-der nebes kreyth re dhothya dhiworth an brathow. Ev a lever y welas ev dew yntra y gothmans y honan dhe omyaghhe – byttegyns, ev a grys aga bos leskys gans an napalm gesys dhe goedha war an Bennskol nans yw dew seythun.” An ‘hensoudoryon’ Ostralek, warbarth oll, a hedhis eva hag i ombrederys, hag i prederys a-dro dhe’n pyth re lavarsa Porther. Ny leveris travyth an Yankis – dres an pols na. An vaghteth, meur hy own drefenn tawys anwaytyes oll yn hy barr, a dreylas ha lagatta orta, ledan hy dewlagas. Onan yntra’n Ostralianas a dorras an taw ma: “Pygemmys an bolatys-zombis a yll bos omyaghhes? Dew anedha hepken? Tri? Pygemmys?” Porther a worthybis: “Ny leveris an polat henna dhyn. Agas Kapten Medhek a wrug dhodho bos tawesek gans lies jag tredan diworth pok-jatel. Ev a skrijas kepar ha hogh gans kollel plansys ynno. Ena, nebes yntra’n soudoryon a assayas lettya an polat rag y vos kemmerys dhe-ves – drefenn ni dhe vynnes klywes pyth esa ow leverel.” “Ha?” yn-medh an kynsa Ostralian. “An withysi a dennas aga gonnigow ha’ga foyntya orthyn ni – hag ena ev a veu draylyes dhe-ves.” “Pur hegar yn hwir,” a leveris huni arall yntra’n Ostralianas, isel y lev, mes nyns o meur y sowdhan. “Ytho,” yn-medh an kynsa Ostralian – re worrsa lemmyn a-denewen y gorev (gwayans sevur dreg eghenn), “ny wodhon yn hwir mar fydh onan mil bolat – po saw dew hepken – a yll bos omyaghhes ha sessya aga bywnans-zombi? Yn hwir, yw henna?” “Henn yw gwir,” a amyttyas Porther, “ny wodhon. Byttegyns, yntra y vatys y honan, mars esa dew anedha a ylli omyaghhe, res yw dhe grysi an hwarvos ma dhe vos pur gemmyn. Ytho, y talvien bos milyow anedha, deg milyow yonkers – kepar ha ni – a yll ommyaghhe. Henn yw leverel, ma na vens ‘gwastyes’ gans oll ahanan ni y’n termyn ma.”