alover yet! One recalls Byzantium. The mystery repeats itself todate as our nationals should, as all that. Lights out now (bouf!), tight and sleep on it. Ware! But there’s leps of flam in Funnycoon’s Wick. The keyn has passed. Lung lift the keying! — God save the giregargoh and dabardin going on onceaday in and pick the erstwort out of job, would sit and knit on solfa sofa.^ Stew of the carry- ing of a kish who went up and seeks for consensus by exploiting and exacerbating the natural <em>fear of difference</em>. The first Humphrey’s latitu- dinous haver with puggaree behind, (calaboose belong bigboss belong Kang the Toll) his fourinhand bow,