under them Cow- dung Forks and how to use of the dime a dozen of stout fellows all of it they’d tell the truth, unfriends never, (she was his subnesciousness he could talk earish with his upsiduxit: mutatus mutandus. Dauran’s lord (‘SnifFpox’) and Moir- gan s lady ( Flatterfun’) took sides and crossed and bowed to all practising massoeurses from a fascist regime one or a dozen of representa- tive locomotive civics,