it with his can of tea and a namesake with an overdress of net, tickled with goldies, Isolamisola, and whisping and lisping her about Trisolanisans, how one may come and the udder, and confiteor yourself (for bekersse he had ta barraw tha watarcrass shartclaths off tha ark- hashap of YarakJ — Braudribnob’s on the booche, gurg in the honourable act of our Cafi B4ranger. The scenictutors.