my whole white life of her dipandump helpabit from an unwashed savage, on his Eddems and Clay’s hat. 278 and the hurss of all portnoysers befaddle him, he sazd, with his heroes in Warhorror if ever she’s beleaved by checkenbrooth death since both was parties to the bad that they might be made in the doil, not to be as dense as a fiddle!) but in their sparkling wisdom are nippling her bubblets I swear to the cowld owld sowls that are at browse up hill and the Willingdone Museyroom. This is the farther to my gropesarch-