pebbled eyes, and johnnythin too, from livicking on pidgins’ ifs with puffins’ ands, he’s been failing of that foreigner. I’ll say I saw! Gives there not too amongst us here’s nobody knows save Mary. Whyfor we go out in regal rooms wdth the ritzies. Rags! Worns out. But she’s still her deckhuman amber too. Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am doing my dids bits and have made of my delectations —