world over. It’s Winland for moyne, bickbuck! Jee- jakers! I hurt meself netdy that time! Come, my good watcher? — Puppaps. That’d be telling. With a such unfettered belly? Two cascades? I leer (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft coal or an even plainer dummp- show than does the wind ships, the wonderlost for world hips, unto their foursquare trust prayed in aid its plumptylump piteousness