By now, it is probably very late at night, and you have stayed up to read this book when you should have gone to sleep. If this is the case, then I commend you for falling into my trap. It is a writer's greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of this books. It goes back to authors being terrible people who delight in the suffering of others. Plus, we get a kickback from the caffeine industry...

Ahora mismo probablemente sea muy tarde, y te has quedado leyendo este libro cuando deberías haberte ido a dormir. Si este es el caso, te agradezco que hayas caído en mi trampa. El mayor placer para un escritor es oír que alguien se ha quedado hasta horas intempestivas leyendo uno de sus libros. Eso hace que parezca que los autores disfrutamos con el sufrimiento ajeno. A parte de que recibimos sobornos de la industria de la cafeína...

Brandon Sanderson, en Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians (más)

Ten little Soldier boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Soldier boys traveling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Soldier boys going in for law;
One got into Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Soldier boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two Little Soldier boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Soldier boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

Traducción oficial:

Diez negritos se fueron a cenar.
Uno de ellos se asfixió y quedaron
Nueve.
Nueve negritos trasnocharon mucho.
Uno de ellos no se pudo despertar y quedaron
Ocho.
Ocho negritos viajaron por el Devon.
Uno de ellos se escapó y quedaron
Siete.
Siete negritos cortaron leña con un hacha.
Uno se cortó en dos y quedaron
Seis.
Seis de ellos jugaron con una avispa.
A uno de ellos le picó y quedaron
Cinco.
Cinco negritos estudiaron derecho.
Uno de ellos se doctoró y quedaron
Cuatro.
Cuatro negritos fueron a nadar.
Uno de ellos se ahogó y quedaron
Tres.
Tres negritos se pasearon por el Zoológico.
Un oso les atacó y quedaron
Dos.
Dos negritos se sentaron a tomar el sol.
Uno de ellos se quemó y quedó nada más que
Uno.
Un negrito se encontraba solo.
Y se ahorcó y no quedó...
¡Ninguno!

La Canción de los Diez negritos (And Then There Were None) de Agatha Christie.