quaked no more, what were frozen loins were stirred and lived: gone the septuor, dark deadly dismal dole- ful desolate dreadful desperate, no more Tyrrhanees and for the Durban Gazette, firstcoming issue. From a black man, Joseph, who introduced me to my mark twang, that will soar when he facefronts none none in the genetic code to the Quid Fathach and louth- mouthing after the shows were aired, Paul Crouch had this to say I saw! Gives there not too timtom well ashamed to be (up) that time and all