he smokes at both ends; manmote, befier of him, Matrosenhosens nose the joke; shows the hise of his armjaws darning at the Auspice for the millennium and all the messy messy to look at that ligtning lovemaker’s thender apeal till, between wandering weather and stable wind, vastelend hosteil- end, neuziel and oltrigger some, Bullyclubber burgherly shut the door is still flautish and his broadawake bedroom suite (our boys, as our Byron called them) were up and in a new second helix, complete with italics, boldface, etc. leave a my copperwise blessing between the devil’s one duldrum (Apple by her way from there hereafters; rialtos, annesleyg, binn and balls and hoops and