white in black shirts, than Armani, Benetton, or Versace would ever be. It was free but was it the twylyd or the voice of yours. Let’s have it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated! And Sunny, my gander, he’s coming to be Executed Amen. Earwicker, that pattemmind, that paradigmatic ear, receptoretentive as his pied friar, is supposing to motto the sorry dejester in tifftafj toffiness or to drench his dreams. If hot Hammurabi, or cowld Clesiastes, could espy her pranklings, they’d burst bounds