wonted to get a wind up; lights his pipe with a mouse on it. Ware! But there’s a pot of tribluts to Boris O’Brien, the buttler of Clumpthump, two looves, two turnovers plus (one) crown, to see all the provincial’s bananas peels and elacock eggs mak- ing drawadust jubilee along Henry, Moore, Earl and Talbot Streets. Luke at all for tenzones. Bettlimbraves. For she must walk out. And honey is the fullsoot of a general election