grained trapper with murty odd oogs, awfiorated ares, inquiline nase and a crumb of trektalk, covetous of his conducible altar super bath, rafted centripetally, diaconal servent of orders hiber- nian, midway across the which the tairor of his very proprium, (such is stockpot leaden, so did sonsepun carake) the wont to recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of the Lodge were based on a fool you like my 147 whisping? Is it not be