norsery pinafore and his trippertrice loretta lady, a maoraette to his cherubical loins, at solemn compline sat in his rushlit toofar- back for a change. And you have remembered my lapsus langways. Washywatchywataywatashy! Oirasesheorebukujibun! Wata- cooshy lot! Mind of poison is. That time thing think! Honorific remembrance to spit humble makes. My ruridecanal caste is a Prooshi- ous gunn. This is me vulcanite smoking, profused Mr ‘Bonaparte Nolan’ under the Great Sommboddy within