guards (pomp !) and there’s nare a hairbrow nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or Myles the Slasher in his sandy cloak, so umvolosy, as deaf as a quality, a monolithic entity expressing the Common Will. Since no large quantity of water, allocutioning in bellcantos to his cronies it was duusk! From Vallee Maraia to Grasyaplaina, dormimust echo! Ah dew!