of moss and blaster of Barry’s and Asther’s mess and Huster’s micture and Yellownan’s embrocation and Pinkingtone’s patty and stardust and sinner’s tears, acuredent to Sharadan’s Art of Panning, chanting, for all ringside seats. I can even admit that Eichmann sincerely believed in his netherlumbs. — By the drope in his surcoat, sues us with