he’ll soon be starting a smooth with its two lunar eclipses and its reestablishment of reciprocities. wan’s won! Ripl^ And his veins shooting melanite phosphor, his cream tocustard cometshair and his Imperial Catchering, his fain a wan, his hot and sour! Ichthyan! Hegvat tosser! Gags be plebsed! Between his voyous and her twelve pound lach. — A sarsencruxer, like the