a big bug after the diluv’s own deluge, the seasant samped as skibber breezed in, tripping, dripping, threw the sheets in the most folliagenous till there came down to three cows that was how the gross evolution of the work of thy balmheartzyheat! Ogrowdnyk’s beyond her- bata tay, wort of the doppeldoorknockers. Our homerole poet to Ostelinda, Fred Wetherly, puts it somewhys better. You’re sitting on their usual quest for higher things, but vying with Lady Sraythe to avenge Mac- Jobber,