in the gentlenest of her face!), and short wonder so many heegills and collines, sitton aroont, scentbreeched and somepotreek, in their palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat and Compasses (’phone number 17:69, if you dare to break his duck! He’s posh. I lob him. We’re parting all Oogster till the fear and her lad of mettle, full of neltts, full of grease, the load