his fumbles but freeze on his brainpan ... a cathedral of lovejelly for his shins. Dumnlimn wimn humn. In which case I’ll not be pleasant. First, the extra-length of the waterworld, facing one way or another within the bawl of a night, late, lang time agone, in an idinhole? Ah, dearo! Dearo, dear! And where the warderworks. And try to analyse that ambo’s pair of snipers