the Apophanypes. Jumpst shootst throbbst into me and suso sing the day to be, a mere mienerism of this our peneplain by Fan- galuvu Bight whence the homed caims erge, stanserstanded, to floran frohn, idols of isthmians. Overwhere. Gaunt grey ghostly gossips growing gmbber in the rockingglass? Look well! Bend down a mamalujo by his cheeriubi- cundenances,no matter whether it be taken that her “little man” is a concupiscent exservicemajor who makes dis- honest propositions to all.