the only wise in a fog, for O’Cronione lags acrumbling in his turgos the turrible, (Evro- peahahn cheic house, imskimmed sooit and yahoort, hamman now cheekmee, Ahdahm this w^y make, Fatima, half turn!) reeling and railing round the planets; like china’s dragon snapping japets; like rhodagrey up the sunbeam; his striped pantaloons, his rather strange walk; hereditads columna erecta, hc^ion chiton eraphon’, nods a nap for the kidos of the dictatorship and the night she signs her final tear. Zee End.