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truncated · 06.01.2006, 05:34 PM

I won't even bother posting the Barnes & Noble translation. It doesn't remotely compare to Guerney.

Fuck a duck.

!@#$%! · 06.01.2006, 05:38 PM

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Originally Posted by truncated

I won't even bother posting the Barnes & Noble translation. It doesn't remotely compare to Guerney.

Fuck a duck.

guerney is a fucking musician-- what did i tell you? please post anyway so we can all fling poo at it

truncated · 06.01.2006, 05:42 PM

Man, I gotta type this bastard? Hold on.

acousticrock87 · 06.01.2006, 05:44 PM

I like mine. Just because my translator doesn't use a thesaurus doesn't mean he's inferior.

The main reason, though, is that I only have $1.04 after buying this version and I don't have the receipt.

truncated · 06.01.2006, 05:53 PM

The Barnes & Noble edition, translated by Constance Garrett, who must lose countless hours of sleep at night burdened with the responsibility of having irrevocably fucked up the education of a multitude of children worldwide:

On entering the room Tchitchikov had for a moment to screw up his eyes, for the glare of the candles, the lamps, and the ladies' dresses was terrific. It was all flooded with light. Black coats flitted about, one by one or in groups, here and there, like flies flitting about a sparkling sugar-loaf on a hot July day when the old housekeeper breaks and splits it up into glistening lups before the open window; the children all look on, gathered round her, watching with interest her rough hands lifting the hammer while airy squadrons of flies, floating on the breeze, fly in boldly as though the house belonged to them and, taking advantage of the old woman's dim sight and the sunshine that dazzles her eyes, cover the dainty morsels, here in scattered groups, and there in dense crowds. Sated by the wealth of summer which spreads dainties for them at every step, they fly in, not for food but to display themselves, to parade up and down over the heap of sugar, to rub their hind legs or their front legs one against the other, or to scratch themselves under their wings, or stretching out both front legs to brush their heads with them, to turn and fly out again and to fly in once more in new persistent squadrons.

!@#$%! · 06.01.2006, 05:54 PM

SCREW UP his eyes? holy shit i havent read further & that's a terrible omen...

truncated · 06.01.2006, 06:01 PM

Typo: It's "lumps," not "lups."

And the repetition of "flitting" - now that's just sheer laziness.

I bite my thumb in disgust at you, Garrett.

!@#$%! · 06.01.2006, 06:03 PM

no sense of rhythm either. quelle turd!

nomadicfollower · 06.01.2006, 06:30 PM

Too bad I'm halfway in the B&N's edition....

Edit: Are all the B&N editions inferior? I would hope not, since I have Chekov's short stories and Dostoevsky's The Idiot in those editions.

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06.01.2006, 05:42 PM	#63
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acousticrock87 invito al cielo Join Date: May 2006 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 5,515	I like mine. Just because my translator doesn't use a thesaurus doesn't mean he's inferior. The main reason, though, is that I only have $1.04 after buying this version and I don't have the receipt.
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06.01.2006, 05:53 PM	#65
truncated invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Posts: 3,607	The Barnes & Noble edition, translated by Constance Garrett, who must lose countless hours of sleep at night burdened with the responsibility of having irrevocably fucked up the education of a multitude of children worldwide: On entering the room Tchitchikov had for a moment to screw up his eyes, for the glare of the candles, the lamps, and the ladies' dresses was terrific. It was all flooded with light. Black coats flitted about, one by one or in groups, here and there, like flies flitting about a sparkling sugar-loaf on a hot July day when the old housekeeper breaks and splits it up into glistening lups before the open window; the children all look on, gathered round her, watching with interest her rough hands lifting the hammer while airy squadrons of flies, floating on the breeze, fly in boldly as though the house belonged to them and, taking advantage of the old woman's dim sight and the sunshine that dazzles her eyes, cover the dainty morsels, here in scattered groups, and there in dense crowds. Sated by the wealth of summer which spreads dainties for them at every step, they fly in, not for food but to display themselves, to parade up and down over the heap of sugar, to rub their hind legs or their front legs one against the other, or to scratch themselves under their wings, or stretching out both front legs to brush their heads with them, to turn and fly out again and to fly in once more in new persistent squadrons.
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!@#$%! invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: mars attacks Posts: 42,578	SCREW UP his eyes? holy shit i havent read further & that's a terrible omen...
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06.01.2006, 06:01 PM	#67
truncated invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Posts: 3,607	Typo: It's "lumps," not "lups." And the repetition of "flitting" - now that's just sheer laziness. I bite my thumb in disgust at you, Garrett.
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!@#$%! invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: mars attacks Posts: 42,578	no sense of rhythm either. quelle turd!
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06.01.2006, 06:30 PM	#69
nomadicfollower invito al cielo Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: North America Posts: 2,672	Too bad I'm halfway in the B&N's edition.... Edit: Are all the B&N editions inferior? I would hope not, since I have Chekov's short stories and Dostoevsky's The Idiot in those editions.
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