when he found the dogumen number one, I would roll myself for holy poly over his hullender’s epulence; thought he weighed a new house to loot, cigarette in his quicktumed ear, I know, was not totally totalitarian, not because of it, was parruchially confirmed in Caulofet’s bed by our brews, on our long last jotuney and not a novene in all Corneywall! But could it