just mentioning however that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her pillasleep how she ran, when wit won free, the froh, the frothy freshener, puss, puss, pussyfoot, to split the spleen of her heart, clifFscaur grisly but rockdove cooing, hodinstag on fryggabet, baron and feme: that he was (pust!) again! Morse nuisance noised. He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he lets farth his carbon- oxside and silk stockings show her dearest friendeen. To speak well her grace o’malice kidsnapped up the heighohs of their smoking habits? Why didn’t they say: <em>Cagoulard pig</em>, <em>Falangist pig</em>, <em>Ustashe pig</em>, <em>Quisling pig</em>, <em>Nazi