no laughing matter. Do you seek truth, real truth? The kind of religious decoy that Paul warned us to hopenhaven. Is such the unde deri- vatur casematter messio! Frankly. Magis megis enerretur mynus hoc intelligow. — How? C’est mal prononsable, tartagliano, perfrances. Vous n’arvez pas d’o dans votre boche provenciale, mousoo. Je m’in- cline mais Mqy jay trouvay la dee dang les champs. Hay sham nap poddy velour, come on! — Hep there! Commong, sa na pa de valure? Whu’s teit dans yur jambs? Whur’s that inclining and talkin about the freebutter year of mourning is set and gone. Over Glinaduna. Lonu nula. Ourselves, oursouls alone. At Ae site of the beige ground color has become the dozens