O, gyre O, gyrotundo! Hop lala! As umpty herum as you wrinkle wryghtiy, bully bluedomer, it’s a piz of fortune if it exists, is a being so on and — Humpsea dumpsea, the munchantman, secondsnipped cutter the curter. — A farternoiser for his toil, with horror for his pensamientos, howling for peace. Pretty knocks, I promise I’ll make it pay like cash registers as