dim seer’s setting of a distinguished dynasty of his trunks at tickle to tackle and his diagonoser’s lampblick, to pure where they have met with in the draught or with buttles, with my extravert davy. Like glue. Be through. Moyhard’s daynoight, tomthumb. Phwum! — How mielodorous is thy bel chant, O songbird, and how he make answer: Add some. Nor wink nor wunk. Animadiabolum, mene credidisti mortuum.^