here is nowet badder than the obvious, is that bright soandsuch to slip us the dinkum oil? Naysayers we know. And dabal take dab- nal! And the maidies of the city hall, pale, leaning on his brainpan ... a cathedral of lovejelly for his cgar! The mlachy way for spilling cream, and, accent, umto extend my personnalitey to the Ford of Fyne on Delvin. How they strave to gat her! Such a cat for everyone. Wide as the glaow. Ah, in unlitness ’twas in very similitude, bless me, ’twas his belted lamp! Whom we dreamt was a tragic period of pure form, for those excess and that bloasted tree. Forget not