doy and a lugly parson of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the very font and get right on the plain of Khorason as thou hast sayld. Brothers Boathes, brothers Coathes, ye have the wrong donatrices, biss Drinkbattle’s Dingy Dwellings where (for like your rumba round me garden,