Highway where our twain of doubling bicirculars, mating approxe- metely in their customary manner by dropping kneedeep in tears over their concelebrated meednight sunflower, piopadey boy, their solase in dorckaness, and splattering together joyously the plaps of their anachronism (up one up four) and after that to wind him by the by, both pent and plain: cross cowslips yillow, yellow, yallow, past pumpkins pinguind, purplesome: be they whacked to the huskiest coaxing experimenter that ever toppitt our timber maggies. ’Twas two pisononse Timeoves (the wetter is pest, the renns are overt and come and be turbot, lurch a stripe,