One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy, dirty old drunkie howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going "blerp blerp" in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking guts.
Eitt ūoldi ég aldrei... ađ sjá gamlan ķgeđslegan og skítugan rķna... gķlandi söngva forfeđra sinna... og ropandi ūess á milli... líkt og gömul skítahljķmsveit væri í andfúlum iđrum hans.