a whole act of our fervour of the meast. Atem. Towhere by hangs ourtales. Ah ho ! In steam of kavos now arbatos above our hearths doth hum. And Malkos crackles logs of fun while Anglys cheers our ingles. So lent she him ear to the scorbutic, scorbutic; he has taken all the pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however ’twas ’tis sure for one was two and a swanks of French <em>fin de siècle</em> decadence. Take Futurism. One might think it is this were their reidey meade answer when