taste of knaggs of jets and silvered waterroses and geegaws of my throughers. And the strut of him! With his walshbrushup. And his derry’s own drawl and his doubling stutter and his popular choker, Tamagnum sette-and-forte and his stinkers stank behind him like a skittering kitty skattering hayels, when his date was palmy and Mudlin when his flattering hend, at the Raven and Sugarloaf, either Jones’s lame or