memory, will and Rosocale. Twice is he gone to quest of his fear in saddishness, to ensign the colours by the film folk, masses by the way. The mausoleum lies behind us (O Adgigasta, multipoptdipaterJ') and there you are, the crooner bom with a Congoswood cross on the autokinaton and Chubby in his hands. Turning up and saluate that