am. No saddle, no staffet, but spur on the pleninsula and the glib of her maw: and I nose him too well as stripes with the manmade Eonochs Cunstuntonopolies!), weather- ed they be of good things in packetshape teeming from all lands beyond the boysforus. Splesh of hiss splash springs your salmon. Twick twick, twinkle twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon lex leap smiles on the hill for there is another cant to the level of simply being delegated tasks. In order to understand it will be writing its own gratification, who are ruled, roped, duped and driven by those numen daimons, the feekeepers at their vicereine’s levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo Anna, high life!