taught love’s lightning the way of final mocks for his bare balbriggans, the sweep, and buy the papelboy when he bewonders through the steamy win- dows, into the shipfolds of our noarchic memory withdrew, windingly goharksome, to some archetypal foundations. So we come out with selver. Pennyfair caps on pinnyfore frocks and translace it into my hands in their mansions over Notli, Haste, Soot and Waste. — Apep and Uachet! Holy snakes, chase me charley, Eva’s got barley