When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
We had got as far as this, when who should walk in but the gentleman himself, who had been drinking his beer in the taproom and had heard the whole conversation. Who was I? What did I want? What did I mean by asking questions? He had a fine flow of language, and his adjectives were very vigorous.
I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.
There actually have never been many shows as equally balanced as 'Crossfire.'
An argument in a couple: 2 people attempting to introduce each other to important truths - by panicked shouting.
I will not stand here to be insulted by you, hedgepig," Mangiz fumed. "Then stand somewhere else and I'll insult you there, featherbag!!
