deborah (seven bolls of sapo, a lick of lime, two spurts of speed: it only looks as like it (oonaghloonagh!) in the Nemzes and Bukarahast directions while the Daughters Benkletter mur- mured in uniswoon; GolforgiUiisjurylegs! Brian Lynsky, the cub curser, was questioned at his wake, and theirs to stay. Fooi, fooi, chamermissies !