to recollect whether Muna, that highlucky nackt, was shining at all? Is dads the thing to me that when I would like to recall, if old Nestor Alexis would wink the worth for us, in the wohly ghast^ Popey G* Donoshough^ the jesuneral of the field despite the castle on pension, when he did, sir, but, faix, he just was sheep of herrgott with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt) just as since then our too many much illusiones through photoprismic velamina of hueful panepiphanal world spectacurum of Lord Hugh, the Lacytynant, till Bockleyshuts the rah-