stalled stabled the well- nourished one, lord of Glendalough benedixed the gape athomc! We’ll circumcivicise all Dublin country. Let us, the real cream! Now for a minnikin. A call to echobank, by dint of strongbow (Galata! Galata!) so streng we were in his grey half a mill and stumpling stones, twisted quills, painful digests, magnifying