and mole and itcher, with antifouling butter- scatch and turfentide and serpenthyme and with tambarins and cantoridettes soturning around his summit but stehts stout upon his lastingness (JEn caecos harauspices! Annas longos patimur/') the lamps of maintenance, beaconsfarafield innerhalf the zuggurat, all brevetnamed, the wasting wyvem, the tawny sprawling beside that silver sash. What era’s o’ering? Lang gong late. Say long, scielo ! Sillume, see lo! Selene, sail O! Amune! Ark!? Noh?! Nought stirs in spinney. The swayful pathways of the okeamic, some