On Thu, 23 Jan 2003, Steven Brust wrote: >> > >> > "Boss, was he singing what I thought he was singing?" >> > "A young man tells his beloved of his love for her." >> > "'My little hairy testicle--'" >> > "It's a cultural thing, Loiosh. You wouldn't understand." >> > >It's been written. It exists. It is real. I was quoting, not >making up. Unfortunately, I don't remember what language the >original is in. Not Hungarian, I believe. I think it was Bulgarian >or something. I came across it, and said, "I *have* to use that!" I >think it took me about four years to find the right book, but I >finally did. > >Don't ask for the rest of the song; I don't remember. > Google remembers (well, at least a few more details, and perhaps seeing this will jog loose even more): http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=TNM22.email@example.com ]From: (Steven Brust) ]Date: 1998/11/13 ]Message-ID: <TNM22.1994$i63.6899392 at ptah.visi.com> ]NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1998 20:26:59 CDT ]Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.written ]Actually, that one is Estonian. I heard it from an Estonian friend ]in Toronto when I was at Ad Astra, and when I stopped laughing, I ]said to myself, "Self, that *has* to end up in a book," so it did. ]"Throbs for me, throbs for you; throbs for me, throbs for you..."