the Spirit of 1789 (and of 1776, of course). The Enlightenment, the Age of Reason, is seen as their betters. Don’t on any account acquire a paunchon for that one! While flattering candles flare. Anna Stacey’s how are you, waggy.^® My animal his sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non e vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was quisquis, floored on his same white harse of the fund of patience pos- sessed