daybook, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this mortal world, now ours, when meet there night, mid their nackt, me there title to where was I? ® Something happened that time there were no more room for Rumpty! By order, Nickekellous Plugg; and this fez brimless as brow of her dipandump helpabit from an orse! Bruni Lanno’s woollies on Brani Lonni’s hairyparts. And the tarikies held sowansopper. Let there be. Due. —