It got to be eleven, and I felt a little sick at my stomach, what with that sweet champagne and that tripe I; d been reading, that silly hodgepodge of melodramatic plots.
Klukkan varđ ellefu og mér var dálítiđ bumbult, eftir allt sæta kampavíniđ og bulliđ sem ég hafđi lesiđ, ūennan kjánalega hrærigraut af hástemmdum fléttum.