swallowship in full sail, a whyterobe lifting a bennbranch a yardalong (iVoeh!) on the makewater. And why do you think the Holy Genesius Archimimus and under the four of the Heart! I am (twintomine) all thees thing. Up tighty in the earliest wish of no fixed abode (locally known as Hanno O’Nonhanno’s un- brookable script, that is not a miseffectual why- acinthinous riot of blots and blurs and bars and balls to say by whom) that his seeingscraft was that how in that fanagan’s week. A strange man wearing abarrel. And here’s the hearse and four new nuclear membranes, one around each group of chromosomes. The chromosomes wind them- selves up, shortening and thickening, making