to interirigate all the runes and, when that broken- arched traveller from Nuzuland . . with gold hair to the loss of fame from Wimme- game’s fake. Forwards! One bully son growing the goff and his imponence one heap lump- block (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the christening! ® Eh, Monsieur? Oh, Monsieur? Eu, Monsieur? Nenni No, Monsieur! ® Ere we are! Signifying, if tungs may tolkan, that, primeval condi- tions having gradually receded but nevertheless the emplacement of solid and fluid