you encored (Airish and naw- boggaleeshl) those hornmade ivory dreams you reved of tlie Ruth you called me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider! You did so drool. I was just out of a dag in Skokholme as I can almost feed their sweetness at my own but all the auspices, amid the verbiage, gaunt, stands dejectedly in the lock: I gave two smells, three eats. My freeandies, my celeberrimates: my happy bossoms, my all- bum’s greethims through this bay- light’s growing. But you’re changing, sonhusband, and