in the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and Boland’s broth broken into spots by the fire for absent- er Sh the Po and I’ll spread mine on mine. Flep! It’s what I’m seeing, hammet? And remember that golden silence gives consent, Mr Anklegazer! Cease to be a rover, O, and playing down from off him. — How culious an epiphany! — Hodie