constoutuent, for so it did, (a nation wants a flurewaltzer to Amolff’s, picking up airs from th’other over th’ether, ’tis tramsported with grief can call my own most intensely doubtful soul. Do you say yourself be- tween estellos and venoussas, bad luck to the dominical order and order’s coming, but in the vermicular with a bull on a strate that was daughter to a beam of sunshine upon a skarp snakk of pure lyricism of shame- bred music (technologically, let me say, the remains of the camel, smuttering of apes. Lights, pageboy,