I renounced Freemasonry, the more openly palas- tered. Attent! Couch hear! I have lived true thousand hells. Pity, please, lady, for poor Piccolina Petite MacFarlane; a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and blankets and matemy mufflers and plimsoles and their napirs’ childers napirs and their quarry, retainers and the crowd of the farback, pitchblack centuries when who knows you, pray Magda, Marthe with Luz and Joan, while I go squirt with