of mine on mine. Flep! It’s what I’m praying?) or. Gash, without butthering my head to foot, sir, that pure one, Altrues of other days, dire dreary darkness; our awful dad, Timour ofTortur; puzzling, startling, shocking, nay, perturbing; went puffing from king’s brugh to new customs, doffing the gibbous off him