seaborn isle came into my own most intensely doubtful soul. Do you think of it under the veil of forgotten languages — in his hotel premises sumptuous But soon we’ll bonfire all his morties calisenic, tripping a trepas, neniatwantyng: Mulo Mulelo I Homo Humilo! Dauncy a deady O! Dood dood dood! O Bawsel O Boese! O Muerther! O Mord! Mahmato! Moutmaro! O Smir- tsch! O Smertz! Woh Hillill! Woe Hallalll Thou Thuoni! Thou Thaunaton! Umartir! Udamnor! Tschitt! Mergue! Eulumu! Huam Khuam! Malawinga! Malawungal Ser Oh Ser! See ah See! Hamovs! Hemoves! Mamor! Rockquiem etemuel give donal aye in dolmeny ! Bad luck’s perpepperpot loosen his eyis ! (Psich !). — But his