Chapter 158 Chapter nine

How Pagano came to the Noseless Island, and the strange kinship on the island We rode a westerly wind, with a little southwesterly, and walked a whole day without seeing land.On the morning of the third day, when the flies were most abundant, a triangular island appeared before our eyes, very similar in size and style to Sicily.The island is called Kinship Island. The men and women on the island look similar to the Hongbo Yadu people, except for one exception, that is, no matter men, women or children, their noses are like plum aces.For this reason the old name of the island was Noseless Island.The inhabitants of the island are all related to one another, and are proud of it; the governor of the island once said to us triumphantly:

"You foreigners often think that a Roman family (referring to the Fabius clan) passed on the same day (February 13th) through the same gate (that is, the Porta Carmentaris, which was in ancient times at the Capitol) Between the Tapian Rock and the Tiber River at the foot of the temple, later known as the Gate of Evil), in order to fight against the enemies of Rome (that is, the Vies of Aetolia), three hundred and six soldiers came out, all of whom were relatives of each other. It was a marvelous thing to take five thousand soldiers, all their entourages, and to die (near the Kremila River, where Lake Bacana originates),3. But in our country, if need be If you don’t, you can come out with more than 300,000 yuan at once, and they are all relatives of each other.”

Their kinship is very special; it is because they are all kinship that we see no one who is not someone else's father, mother, brother, sister, uncle, aunt, cousin, cousin, etc. Sisters, son-in-law, daughter-in-law, godfather, godmother, and even I saw a noseless old man call a three or four-year-old girl "father", and the little girl called him "daughter". Their kinship can always be drawn to the point where a man calls a woman "my little cuttlefish", and a woman calls a man "my sea whale". Brother John said: "Then when they fall in love, they can smell each other's fishy smell."

This one can call a beautiful young woman with a smile: "Hello, my horse brush!" "Hey, hey, hey!" Panurge called out, "Come and see a horse brush, and a little wild horse. Don't the wild horses need to be brushed frequently when they are active?" This one can say to his little mistress, "Good-bye, my little case." The little mistress will answer him, "Good-bye, my little case." Jimnast said, "Saint-Treignon! Lawsuits and cases always go together." This one called the woman: "My little bug," and the woman called him back: "My bad thing."

"There's bugs and bad stuff in here," Osden said. This one called his lover: "Hello, my axe!" She replied, "Hello, my handle!" "Beef belly!" exclaimed Gabalin, "an ax needs a handle, and an ax handle needs an ax! Isn't this the long handle that Roman prostitutes loved?Or a monk with a long handle is also welcome. " ① That is, eleven or two o'clock in the morning, generally three hours after sunrise. ② The Boiadu people came from the Scottish nation. In ancient times, they often dyed their bodies red with the blood of their enemies, so they were called "Red Boiado people".

③ For the story, see the forty-ninth and fifty chapters of the second volume of "The Complete Works of Teeter Levy", the first ninety-five to the second forty-two lines of the second chapter of Ovid's "Season", "Olus Gehry The Complete Works of Aspen, Volume 17, Chapter 21. ① The original text of "long handle" is manche and mancia (Italian "wine money, reward money") is homonymous. Also, I saw a young man call his girlfriend: "My little quilt;" she called him: "My little quilt." He does look a bit "quilt". The woman who calls herself: "My crumbs"; the woman calls him: "My crust."

This one called the other party: "Little Shovel"; the other party called him: "Little Hook".This one calls the woman: "My broken shoe"; the woman calls him: "My big foot".This one calls the woman: "My boots"; the woman calls him: "My sandals".This one called women "mitts"; women called him "mitts."The one called the woman "pigskin"; the woman called him "lard"; pigskin and lard are relatives after all.In this way, the kiss is added to the kiss, the man calls the woman: "my scrambled eggs"; the woman calls the man: "my boiled eggs"; scrambled eggs and boiled eggs are still inseparable from relatives.There is also a man calling a woman:

"My rope", the woman called him: "My firewood".According to our usual thinking, we can no longer figure out what kind of relatives, what kind of connection, what kind of relationship they are, and we can only say that she is the rope that binds the firewood.Another woman saw her and said, "Hello, my little shell." She replied, "Hello, my little clam." Gabalin said, "The mussel is right inside the shell." Another girlfriend saw him and said, "Happiness to you, my pod!" She replied: "I wish you a long life, my bean seeds!"

"The beans fit right in the pod," Jimnast said. Another tall man in wooden high-heeled shoes met a short, fat woman and said, "May God bless you, my wooden shoes, my trumpet, and my spinning top!" The woman answered without hesitation. Said: "Reciprocity, I extend the same congratulations to you, my little whip!" Xenomaen said: "The blood of the gray sage! Is there anything better than playing with a spinning top with a whip?" A scholar who was a university lecturer, with clean and well-curled hair, had a conversation with a tall lady and said before leaving: "Thank you, beauty!" Love, great talent!"

Pang Guai said: "It is not a mismatch between a beautiful woman and a talented man." An adult bachelor walked by the girl and said, "Hi, hi, hi! Long time no see, my muse!" The girl replied, "God with horns, I am happy to meet you anytime meeting!" Banurge said: "Put them together, blowing into the asshole, just like a bagpipe." There was also a woman who called herself: "My sow." She called him: "My hay." This reminds me that sows like hay best. I saw a hunchback not far from us salute his girlfriend and say: "Good-bye, my little cunt!" She returned the same salute: "May God bless you, my little bung!" Brother John said:

"I thought it was right to say that a woman is a small hole, but he was right to call him a little plug. The problem is to know whether the small hole can be filled with a small plug." Another, saying goodbye to her woman, said, "Goodbye, my chicken coop!" She immediately replied, "Good day, my chicken!" "I think the chick used to go to the coop," said Bonnocrates. ① The original estivallet refers to sandals worn in summer. ② The rope just binds the firewood. ③ "Grey Saint": It may refer to St. Francis, because the Franciscans' vestments were originally gray. ① The original text of "Muse" is Muse, and the original text of "with horns" is corne. The two original texts are put together to form the word cornemuse, which means "bagpipe". A young man said to a young woman, "Don't forget, my silent fart!" She replied, "No way, my loud fart!" Paiguguet said to the governor: "Are these two relatives? I think they are not relatives, but enemies, because a man calls a woman a silent fart. In our country, there is no greater insult than calling a woman silent fart." gone." The governor replied: "Good people from abroad have no closer relatives than loud farts and silent farts. They always come out of the same hole at the same time, and no one can see them. " Banuzhi said, "Northwest Feng probably stayed with their mother?" The governor said: "What mother do you mean? Mother is what you say. Here they have neither father nor mother. Only people on the other side of the sea have people who are full of hay." The good Pagoda saw all this and listened to it in his heart; but when he heard this, he couldn't listen anymore. We finished our survey of the island's topography and the customs of the Nosed Man, and went into a tavern, intending to have something to eat.But in the tavern, a wedding is taking place.We caught up with the big feast.So we participated in a wonderful wedding, the bride was a pear, we saw she was fat and strong (but people who touched her said she was soft), the man was a piece of cheese in puberty, with a red face, Hair is very thick.Many people have told me in the past that such marriages have occurred elsewhere.In our hometown, there is a saying that the marriage of pear and cheese will last for a hundred years. In another hall another family was getting married, the woman with an old worn-out boot, and the man with a new shoe, young and soft.Someone told Paiguguet that the young New Shoes married the old Boots because she was accommodating, submissive at home, greasy and greasy, especially suitable for a fisherman. In a lower hall, I saw another family getting married, the man with a young sandal and the woman with an old slipper.Someone told us that the marriage of these two people was neither because of the beauty of the woman, nor because of the elegance of the woman, but because the woman was frugal, loved money like her life, and had gold coins all over her body. ① Fishermen need to wear oil boots when entering the water, and even sleep in boots.