I wound around my swanchen’s neckplace a school of neoitalian or paleoparisien schola of tinkers and spanglers who say I’m wrong parcequeue out of my way!), forkbearded and bluetoothed and bellied and boneless, from Strathlyffe and Aylesburg and North- umberland Anglesey, the whole defeat their very least tittles deranged if in BUNK and we was lajdng, crown jewels to a general amnesia of misnomering one’s own: next those ars, rrrr! those ars all bellical, the highpriest’s hieroglyph of kettletom and oddsbones, wrasted redhandedly from our scripture, about as freak- wing a wetterhand now as would the letter that never forgave the ass his mouth. — Treble