Essay title: A THOROUGHFUL RESEARCH ON ENGLISH AND ERASMUS RASCALITIES: the Order of the Rascals* and its Role in the Modern Age.
Glossary:
*The Order of the Rascals: all those Erasmus people*, and close friends, who shared and projected their souls towards the future with an awesome and unique purpose...
*Erasmus people: beautiful girls and handsome boys, and beauhands people (in other words, everybody) who spent some time of their lifes studying at Southampton by the months of January to June (more or less).
*Ferret: Hotsema's pet. (to ferret about: always searching everywhere at random).
INTRODUCTION:
Xavi is a friend of Hotsema who will arrive into Southampton a day like today in order to practice English and experience English culture in The Academy-of high and low culture. He is quite witty and will probably make some thoroughful research on the interactions among British and Erasmus people. But how is he going to achieve his aim without the support of The Order of the Rascals? There is no way. In this essay, I am going to talk about some of the ways in which a researcher may ferret* about Southampton.
It is widely known that the day before that day like today many of the members of the order lost their valuable lifes while sailing to the crusades, and that many others will have to attend high responsabilities a day like today, and face other battles. Notwithstanding, those few that remain here, without any other holly call, will stand together to defeat evil, and offer some lectures on their experiences, for Xavi to take notes.
Lectures will take place in the night of that day like today in The Academy of High and Low Culture, and Lecturers For The Peace that wanna be there can either go there, or don't go, or sent some responses to this essay, and include some revision of its grammar or its content, or go and sleep all the night for tomorrow feel better, or go the the academy for tomorrow feel better, or neither sleep nor go to the academy and do whatever other stuff, or look at the stars and wonder about where do we go, or how do we do, or how comes it so hard, or whatever and ever forever, as long as s/he is somehow happy, and so on and on.
GUAU, GUAU, GUAU. I think I lost my point, for the register I'm using here I think is not the appropriate for an essay.
To conclude, and as a consequence, I would appreciate if any member of the order would add any of the missing parts of this essay, for I am fed up of this stuff and want to dance a little bit while I cook my dinner.
I LOVE THOU... (to my faithful reader)...