the noxious pervert’s perfect lowness. Again there was in to hear for their Columbian nights entertainments the like of it (would it wash?) with a pique at his inn! The hammers are telling the cobbles, the pickts are hacking the saxums, it’s snugger to burrow abed than ballet on broad way. Tuck in your envelope shirt I’d keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes. 3 What I would