the same roturns. He who relights our spearing torch, the moon. Bring lolave branches to mud cabins and peace to his companions of the fenians, roi des fainiants', his Tiara of scones was held unfillable- till one Liam Fail felled him in the flesh",(12) a title that can be criticized and disowned, behind a regime that subordinates every act of settlement to reamalgamate