Curious that someone values someone else’s wisdom enough to quote him, but not enough to spell his name correctly. Checking in Google Books, is it that the French, the Germans, etc don’t (pretend to) read Johnson, don’t care to confess it, prefer carefully constructed argument over appeals to authorities?
Chinese because of his servility and/or size, or a genuine Indiana Jonesian Short Round? From Bogota, and perhaps relatively recent, but here (it reappeared) is Walter Silva from distant Casanare singing a sentimental but memorable ditty about how his mum etc looked after him when the store wouldn’t put the groceries on the tab. Can…
Alejandro Cao de Benós must have made a bit over the years from the travel agency monopoly for those whose belief in sadosocialism goes beyond fucking under-age Cubans, so maybe he’ll pay to gild the cord when the poor bloody Koreans finally catch him and string him up.
–¿Cómo se llama un cerdo silvestre que acaba de salir del bosque? –¡Jaballí! Not one of mine. If you prefer your animal tame and stuffed, Lenox has a bull’s head for you. I almost acquired one from a bar that was closing down, but there were parasites crawling out of its orifices.