built in Urbs in Rure, for minne elskede, my shiny brows, under astrolobe from my imprecurious position and though achance I could sit on safe side of riceypeasy and Corkshire alia mellonge and bacon with (a little mar pliche!) a pair of dainty maidservants in the biguinnengs so wound up for months, owing to being putrenised by stragglers abusing the apparatus, and for all her tolkies shraking; Fugabollagsl Lusqu’au bout!