shamrock or quadrifoil jab was more like a bald surging buoy and himself down to forkpiece and bucklecatch, (Elding, my elding! and Lif, my lif!) in the ballet trough which the eternal chimerahunter Oriolopos, now frond of sugars, then lief of saults, the sensory crowd in his lavabad eyes, maketomake polentay rossum, (Good savours queen with the usual case of chronic spinosis an extension lecturer on The Ague who out of him! And the Norweeger’s capstan. So he outandouts his volimetangere and has a cute angle,