Arany János - Győrei Zsolt (szerk.): The trill of the nightingale (Budapest, 2019)

I - „And when he bores he starts anew” - The Scolar's Cat (Neville Masterman)

With all the roll, a pint of milk, her hunger will be sated.”

To see his pussy put on weight th expectant scholar waited.

But the cat grew lighter still oh, dear me!

and wasted like the waning moon, till like a sickle, she.

His puss, his lovely tortoise-shell, gave no hope of survival, one autumn she acquired the late’ as prefix adjectival.

His cat became etherealised oh, dear me!

“I always shared my bread with her yet she deserted me.”

“Do not put the blame on her, since I ’twas ate her dinner,” the servant said, “at mom and eve I ate, whilst she grew thinner...

I sent her to go hunting mice, oh, dear me!

but mice aren’t found in pantries where the room is always empty.”

Famous might have been this scholar,

great his erudition,

if he’d had an ounce of horse sense

in his composition;

though he wrote a book of wisdom

oh, dear me!

such mad things to him as this one happened quite frequently.

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