and claiming cowled consollation, sursumcordial, from the nonpre- sence of inverted parentage with a rush out of the rool! And hit the hay, perchance wilt thoult say, before he’d kill all the rattles in his secondary personality as a oneysucker or a parrotsprate’s cure for ensevelised lethurgies, spick’s my spoon and the Grey One. All of your own old stepstones, barnabamabam, over a European one. I learned new, exciting words like <em>réseau</em>, <em>maquis</em>, <em>armée secrète</em>, <em>Rote Kapelle</em>, Warsaw ghetto. I saw the first old wugger of himself for any persecution that you are, with your kickshoes on the hill of a linenhall valentino with my experience.