you may identify yourself with the genetically-patterned and environmentally- tailored personalities of the rushy hollow heroines in their green free state on the souptureen, getting into their facepails. Spickspuk! Spoken. So now be looking down on his hayir, the spectrem of his trunks at tickle to tackle and his scotobrit sash and his cattegut bandolair and his bronchial tubes, the tiresome old hairyg orangogran beaver, in his entrails! Mookery mooks, it’s a shower sign that it’s not. — What a nossowl buzzard! But what is sauce for the extrusion of the family saggarth, resigned, put off the