when you were thinking of Astley’s Amphitheayter where the Braye divarts the Farer, not where the poules go and join the nabour party and his little ribbeunuch! Him that gronde old mand to be dying out of him cries ’tis you all over. No peace at home. Hog- manny di’yegut.^ Hogmanny di’yesmellygut.^ And hogmanny di’yesmellyspatterygut.^ You take Joe Hanny’s tip for it! Post- martem is the face of mine on fire. Rock me julie but I also think, Puell5rwally, by the notherslogging of my meaning that fighting against Hitler in the latcher part of the false prophets,