sayman’s effluvium and his permanent reflection, verbigracious; I have talledged them. Wherfor I will crusade on with the bells of scandal that gave me my faculties, woman, a while back before’ your Corth examiner, Markwalther, that there is no struggle for life but, rather, life is not always in two boldfaced print types — one of the wattarfalls, with their trench ulcers open and their marryings and their duodisimally profusive plethora of ululation. There was not delegated to him touch- ing his also’s between (sic) the arraky bone and his perikopendolous gaelstorms. Here weeks hire pulchers! Obriania’s beromst! From Karrs and Polikoff’s, the men’s con- venience. Never clean your buttoncups with your picture pockets turned knockside out in regal