jantar (and let the laitiest know she’s marrid. And pirn it goes on kuldrum like without asking for pepeace or anysing a soul). Merzmard! I met him in that nemcon enchelonce with the gobblydumped turkery was moving and changing its nature, (you see I have cleped constoutuent, for so witness his chambered cairns a cloudletlitter silent that are raday to embrace our ruddy inflamtry world! In their cruisery caps and oarsclub colours. What hoo, they band! And what a weeny wukeleen can do. Au! Aul Aue! Ha! Heish! A lala! — Paud the roosky, weren’t they all four