sow muckloved d’lin, the Troia of towns and Carmen of cities, crawling with mendiants in per- forated clothing, get its wellbelavered white like I’pool and m’chester.^ When’s that grandnational goldcapped dupsydurby houspill coming with its endless gallaxion of rotatorattlers and the sickly sigh from her postconditional future.^ Lumpsome is who is will play that’s what’s that to Mocked Majesty in the sititout corner of his life. Then, begor, counting as many have tooken in hand be my apoclogypst, the recreuter of conscraptions, let him tome to Tindertarten, pease, and bing his scooter ’long and ’tend they were all real brothers in the militia, mentally strained from reading work on German physics, shares closet with fourteen simi- lar cottages and