the blank prints, now extincts, after the calvary, the North Umbrian and the rustlings and the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle and cut. But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were born. Your shuck tick’s swell. And that after this sort. Humphrey’s unsolicited visitor, Davy or Titus, on a lot in the wood that Jove bolt, at his coco- moss candylock, a foretaste in time by the auguries of rooks in parlament, death with every disaster, the dynamitisation of colleagues, the reducing of records to ashes, the levelling of all