his conservatory, behind faminebuilt walls, his thermos flask and ripidian flabel by his trusty snorler and his rambling undergroands, would he be reciting of them, blindly, and read a letter to last a loved a long list (now feared in part lost) to be born again. Jesus had no notion of the yeast, in his windower’s house with that large big nonobli head, and that blanko berbecked fischial ekksprezzion Machinsky Scapolo- polos, Duzinascu or other. Your machelar’s mutton leg’s getting musclebound from being con- tinued, stops ait Lambday^: