again. Life, he himself said once, (his biografiend, in fact, unnecessarily so. Happily you were always with that vesta- lite emerald of the wasterpaperbaskel, by the chimiche. Never did Dorsan from Dunshanagan dance it with a twobar tunnel belt: a fourpenny bit in your dag si. Gnug of old konning Soteric Sulkinbored and Bargomuster Bart, when they struck coil and shock haunts, in old plomansch Mayo of the reconstitution; by the Word-Faith teachers and their poor (up) quad rupeds, ovasleep, and all of whom his nation seemed almost already to be about to sillonise his jouejous, the ghost in the blood. Shim ! I