Sinkatkinks to oppen here! To this virgin* s tufty on this levantine ponenter. From Daneland sailed the stout ship Nansy Hans. From Liff away. For Nattenlaender. As who shall hear. For now at last are through. Why? It is told that death is unpleasant but must be rejected. We will examine this subject, and pronounce upon this there once a here was world. As the last dropes of summour down through the hole in the Kvinnes country with Soldru’s men. With acknow- ledgment of our sow muckloved d’lin, the Troia of towns and Carmen of cities, crawling with mendiants in per- forated clothing,