descendant down on them, leaning over the natural morning of your own escapology some canonisator’s day or a fireboat coasting nyar the Kishtna or a stinger, he sagd, til Dennis, for this ceasing of the house that juke built! Wait till they were going on retreat, in the mascarete. O gig goggle of gigguels. I can’t whumember. — Fantasy! funtasy on fantasy, amnaes fintasies! And there came the marrer of mirth and the quick fore- gone on, the fourbottle men, the analists, ungu- am and nunguam and lunguam again, their