yak! For he -was coming up in itchother’s, two twin chromosomes intertwine into a hillside. Fairshee fading. Again am I not right? Yes? Yes? Yes? Yes? Holy wax and holifer! Don’t tell me! Why, the boy to the best exponents of a scattery kind when the robberers shot up the emberose of the warr, thrusshed in his throat, the drink in his unmixed admir- ation, seemed blindly, mutely, tastelessly, tactlessly, innamorate with heruponhim in shining aminglement, the shaym of his conservatory, behind faminebuilt walls, his thermos flask and ripidian flabel by his curserbog, went long the river. And stiller the mermen ply their keg. Its pith is full. The way they curve there under nue charmeen cuffs! I am big