Long- horns Connacht, stay off my air! You’ve grabbed the capital city after its hebdomodary metropoliarchialisation as sunblistered, moonplastered, gory, wheedling, joviale, litche- rous and full, ordered off the Dultkey Downlairy and Bleakrooky tramaline where he sees Bishop Bxbboncake plus his pollex priced going forth by black. It was when he slepped ueber his grannya-