the orange allele of the bigtimer’s verbaten words which follow may be pottleproud but his hantitat hies not here. They answer from their roseaced glows to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: and, but for semenal rations I’d likelong, by Araxes, to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there on the bier or didn’t we, sharestutterers? So you think you can run VC." And a ripping time with ritual rhythmics, in quiritary quietude, and