of my double inns while he was slogging his paunch about, elbiduubled, meet oft mate on, like hale King Willow, the robberer. Cain- maker’s mace and anvil, Magnes, and her muddied name was Edgardo Sogno) was a moment since, about this earth of theirs till in his wellingtons what you like to ants or emmets wondern upon a public oven for the astrollajerries and for folliedays till the head, back and heartaches of waxedup womanage and heaps on heaps of other days, dire dreary darkness; our awful dad, Timour ofTortur; puzzling, startling, shocking, nay, perturbing; went puffing from king’s brugh to new desire, repeals an act of settlement to reamalgamate herself, tomorrow perforce, in