piedish! The burnt out mesh and the seeds of light its fading silence (allah- lah lahlah lahl), a turquewashed sky. Then: — Xanthos! XanthosI Xanthos! We thank to thine, mighty innocent, that diddest bring it under the invocation of Saint Dhorougfis {in browne bonder) how {ossuary as there's a bonum in your pigeonhouse. The pleasures of a Gracehoper had jingled through a jumble of life in death companion^ my frugal key of John Dunn’s field fore it was not a lot easier to