Translation pedagogy is still in its infancy, and is in need of substantial theorisation.

Green-hatted doormen awaken the eve in statuary-niched yellow lobbies— zephyrous canyons brightlit, gray stone Empire State too small to be God lords it over sweet Macy’s & Seafood City by junkie Grant Hotel

The thunder of their rage, and boystrous struggling, make The neighboring Forrests round affrightedly to quake:

... if we lay doggo where we was, Jerry might miss us ...