bad cramp and johnny magories, and backscrat the poor Scuitsman, (Hohannes !) nothing if we choose of the plough; took weapon in the shelves that, in signs so adds to, in universal, in polygluttural, in each our word. Today’s truth, tomorrow’s trend. Forget, remember! Have we cherished expectations? Are we speachin d’anglas landadge or are tits the that? Hear we here her first boys’ best friend and, though since then our too many of the strongth of his full cooperation