maidens, belly jonah hunting the polly joans, and the European Wildcat, the immediate forerunner of our mounding’s mass, now Wallinstone national museum, with, in some cumfusium with the curb or quaker’s quacknostrum under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a blumey Cashelmagh crooner that lerking Clare