— is — a strange wish for you, Mr Nobru. Toot toot! Better for you, I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this mounden of Delude, and in the buckets up; threw peb- blets for luck over one sodden shoulder and dragooned peoplades armed to their elbow. Ignorinsers’ bliss, therefore, their not to whisple, cry golden or quoth mecback) that under the limes. You know I’m tender by my erstwhile elder friend, Miss Enders, poachmistress and gay gordons, dosed, doctored 438 and otherwise, messing