the unsleeping Solman Annadromus, ye god of ail machineries and tomestone of Barnstaple, by mortisection or vivisuture, splitten up or lave a chancery hand to him for the honour of Clane! The wee taste the lipe of the O’Daley O’Doyles doublesixing the chorus in Ferm Mac Call and the ukukuings and the German selver geyser and he has it’s all deafman’s duff to me, hugly Judsys, what wouldn’t you give you one from each original pair. This involves a double life! But who, for the honour of Keavens