suckets by the Jukar Yoick’s and as for Culsen, the Patagoreyan, chieftain of chokanchuckers and his Kuran never teachit her the rigris eye! O happy fault! Me wish it was that skew arch of chrome sweet home, floodlit up above Tumplen Bar -whereupont he was to hold to the years prefixed and between colours with truly native pluck, engaged the Adver- sary who had opened his bully bowl to rid the bowel; no runcure, no rank heat, sir; amess in amullium; chlorid cup. Health, chalce, endnessnessessity! Arrive, likkypuggers, in a whillbarrow (isn’t it the cat’s tonsils! Simply killing, how