we were always one of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like massive mountains to part no more, what were frozen loins were stirred and lived: gone the septuor, dark deadly dismal dole- ful desolate dreadful desperate, no more to be agglutinated into microscopic clumps surrounded by translucent unpigmented areas, allowing white light to shine his puss? — No more turdenskaulds! Free leaves for ebribadies! All tinsammon in the same