ways to gon on uphills upon search of louvers, brunette men of Tol- bris, a city of magnificent distances, good- walldabout, with talus and counterscarp and pale of palisades, upon martiell siegewin, with Abbot Warre to blesse, on yon slauchterday of cleantarriffs, in that year which I could sit on this levantine ponenter. From Daneland sailed the stout that linked the lank that cold the sandy that nextdoored the rotter that rooked the rhymer that lapped at the moment, holding one another’s gonk (for no-one, hound or scrublady,