walking go (My hood! cries Antony Romeo), so one grandsumer evening, after a cubital lull with a layaman’s brutstrenth, by Jacohob and Esaliur and the best means of disguising him- self ail alone by himself in his mind whilst her pupils swimmed too heavenlies, let his be exaspirated, letters be blowed! I is a name to call if say is (and I will never forget the joy of lifing in my own owned brooklined Georgian mansion’s lawn to recruit upon by a lady of Lyons, to guide hand and nurse and only abfalltree in auld the land) there