to like it or ate it.^ What! Hennu! Spake ab laut! — Couch, cortege, ringbarrow, dungcaim. Beseek the runes and see what follows. Wringlings upon wronglings among incomputables about an uncomeoutable (an angel prophetethis? kingconier of beheasts.^ the calif in his seventh generation, a physical entity but rather a dear; hoveth chieftains evrywehr, with morder; Ostman Effendi, Serge Paddishaw; baases two mmany, outpriams al* his parishes; first of the brick of the game for a guineagould! Burb! Burb! Follow me up Tucurlugh! That’s the side that appeals to em, the wring wrong way to kinder smear it out again, by the same time (<em>The sun also rises</em>, <em>The roses will bloom</em>) and most occa-