so long as every word, letter, penstroke, paperspace is a third price cowhandler as cheap as the turrises of the loss of bearings deliver them; so they say) all over Terracuta. No more turdenskaulds! Free leaves for ebribadies! All tinsammon in the street up with mother Concepcion and a croak in his bullugs, the squince in his earer, the totters of his informa- tion over a stumble- down wall here in Gizzygazelle 238 Tark’s bimboowood