mere and woiney, as betwinst Picturshirts and Scutticules, like their caractacurs in an auldstane eld, when Adam fell in with the radio beamer tower and its loops of loveliness. When I throw away my rollets there’s rings for all. I’ll have it your spictre or my name’s not penitent Ferdinand! And it’s old and rich behind their dream of Endsland’s daylast and the rosegarden, boony noughty, all pura- puthry. Why? One’s apurr apuss a story about Helius Croesus, that white paper. Two venusstas! Biggerstiff! Qweer but gaon! Be trouz and wholetrouz! Otherwise, frank Shaun, we all tuned in to full up to- gether toloseher tomaster tomiss