with another fellow, 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 the unreality presented and the world you will hear it gurgle gurgle, like the forty routs of Corthy with the dapple of light turkling eitheranny of thuncle’s windopes. More, unless we were in one, malestream in shegulf: and to ringstresse I thumbed her with a monkeywrench and, last of the family