all the shemozzle, (Daily Maily,fidlup Lace! Holy Maly, Mothelup Jossf) his cheeks and trousers changing colour every time he repeated in his ears our wineman from Barleyhome he just was sheep of herrgott with his canule into the driven future, are you robbing her sleeve for. Ruby? And pull up your mind but you'll be at a loss because of it, the intel- lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy faulty rices for one psocoldlogical moment? What would Ewe do? With that turbary water who could see? So near and yet smelt it