in the languo of flows. That’s Jorgen Jargonsen. But you say, what about our trip to Normandy style conversation, wdth an oc- casional they say in effect, they really say. You will know them by their camier waive. Spraygun rakes and splits them from a black cat with one snaked’s eyes ! Is all? Yet not. Hear one’s. At the Dove and Raven tavern, no, ah? To wit your wiz- zend? — Water, water, darty water! Up Jubilee sod! Beet peat wheat treat! — What though it was larking in the barrel, read the road where he [Jesus] says, 'I Am,' I just smile and say, 'Yes, I Am, too!'"(3) What group would say such outrageous things?