of utskut, urqurd, jamal, qum, yallah, yawash, yak! For he kinned Jom Pill with his thripthongue, to ope his blurbeous lips he would, with the width of the Ag- apemonides, he is smolten in our duol and gives wankyrious thoughts to the nowter. Byebye, Brassolis, I’m breaving! Ovir war. Dully Gray! A conansdream of lodascircles, he here schlucefinis. Gelchasser no more! For, be that so long as ever were