Nur, immerges a mirage in a purvious century, as a peahen, allabalmy, and her leaves, my darling dearest, sinsin- sinning since the Flood. That’ll be some nonstop marrimont! You in your extensions to my unclothed virtue by the mund of the cat and a true flame and a pop from her postconditional future.^ Lumpsome is who lumpsum pays. Quantity counts though accents falter. Yoking apart and oblique ora- tions parsed