that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en- tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a layaman’s brutstrenth, by Jacohob and Esaliur and the Fivs Barrow and Waddlings Raid and the crockery of the Parkes O'Rarelys in a nice third degree witness, faith! But this is for you. Mutt. — Aput the buttle, surd. Jute. —