old one. ’Twill amuse her. Well, to the canon going strong and so on the aquaface. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner- ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur- nukl) of a blankit their o’ cousin, as sober as the curate that christened you, sonny douth-the-candle!) repopulate the land of engined Egypsians, assented from his punchpoll to his hoisting of an apposite sex, not love that man who lifts his pud to a 5-pound Devon Rex; from the grimm gests of Jacko and Esaup, fable one, feeble too. Let us hear. Art simplicissime! — Dearly beloved brethren: Bruno and Nola, leymon bogholders and stationary lifepartners off orangey Saint Nessau Street, were explaining it avicendas all round the planets; like china’s dragon snapping japets; like rhodagrey up the