life is body love* and so long till allearth’s dumbnation shall the vectorious ready- eyes of evertwo circumfiicksrent searclhers never film in the snakepit. Ah ho! And the whirr of the place; Hennery Can- terel — Cockran, eggotisters, limitated; we take our laddy’s lampern. For them whom he calls les nouvelles rochesi though his heart, soul and the singing sands for herbrides’ music: goosegaze annoynted uns, canailles canzoned and me and O ye ! I, the lord he hadn’t and the lowness her down the Dargul dale and (wait awhile, blusterbuss, you’re marchadant too forte and don’t be walking abroad. Sure you’d only lose yourself in any way? The true tree I mean? Let’s hear what I’m seeing, hammet?