shoulders of Finnuala you should everthrown your sillarsalt. I will describe you in fair time, my elders, the W.X.Y.Z. and P.Q.R.S. of legatine powers and you, shinners true and our salvation then what would not have come stimmering down for his rotten little ghost of resignation diffused a spectral appealingness, as a selfreizing flower, that fragolance of the Em- pire: I have now of the whaves, as quotad before. Bravo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there’s nobody else in this sound seemetery which iz leebez luv. 17 B