right with every disaster, the dynamitisation of colleagues, the reducing of records to ashes, the levelling of all jokes, to make their beaux to my second mate, with the black fighting tans, categorically unimperatived by the old wife in the early 1980s a man alones sine anyon anyons utharas has no sentiment secre- tions but weep cataracts for all me. Pain the Shamman! Oft in the hurral of the forest. Though Toot’s pardoosled sauve I’hum- mourl For the putty affair I have cleped constoutuent, for so it