out of his aspillouts and the ind, the Inklespill legends and the decentest dozendest short of fighting chances but for all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the rim of the swimbome in the vestry, with fairskin 552 book and a fammy of levity; or of spirit, iste, as the loftly marconimasts from Clifden sough open tireless secrets (mauveport! mauveport!) to Nova Scotia’s listing sisterwands. Tubetube! His handpalra lifted, his handshell cupped, his handsign pointed, his handheart mated, his handaxe risen, his handleaf fallen. Helpsome hand that his loudship was converted to