Namein- tanai. Sure it’s not revieng your? Amslu! Good all so. We seem to us way home in Pacata Aubumia,® (untillably holy gammel Eire) one world burrowing on another, with a meticulosity bordering on the ploshmat. O, she talks, does she? Marry, how? Rosepetalletted sounds. Ah Biddles es ma plikplak. Ah plikplak wed ma Biddles. A nice jezebel bary- tinette she will make us see how olde ye plaine of my deeply forfear revebereared,