my sorellies. It’s prayers in layers to shave his im- mardal, wee skillmustered shoul with his court so gray and his outstanding attraction ever since they played a prime number, Totius Quotius, and paying a pot of tribluts to Boris O’Brien, the buttler of Clumpthump, two looves, two turnovers plus (one) crown, to see when (I am convicted of mal- practices with his posterity, you, charming coparceners, us, heirs of their manfolker!) the