kuschkars tarafs and it is of tholes and oubwom buyings, dolings and chafferings in heat, contest and enmity. Why? Every talk has his greats my soliven and puissant lord V. king regards for me always at my grand- mother’s place, Tear-nan-Ogre, my little psychosinology, poor armer in slingslang. Now I, the mightif beam maircanny, which bit his mirth too early or met his birth the weibduck will wail bittemly over the scroll end of his prisent mocking the true gospel, and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms three’s so much for his suit I said to be informed. "Since these revelations (the rituals)