Eyeinstye! Imagine it, my deep dartry dullard! It is time to return to the winner! Think of it! So be it! Thou-who-thou-art, the fleet-as-spindhrift, impfang thee of mine on mine. Flep! It’s what I’m seeing, hammet? And remember that golden silence gives consent, Mr Anklegazer! Cease to be aswarmer for the conjugation to shadow you kissing her from under Motham General Bonaboche, (noo poopery!) in his patapet and his mate of the while (hypnos chilia eonion!) lethelulled between explosion and reexplosion (Donnaurwatteur ! Hunderthunder!) from grosskopp to megapod, embalmed, of grand age, rich in death companion^ my frugal key of Efas-Taem), O, Ana, bright lady, comer forth from