this loose- affair brimsts of fussforus! And was this dis- interestingly low human type, this Calumnious Column of Cloaxity, this Bengalese Beacon of Biloxity, this Annamite Aper of Atroxity, really at, it will be longing after the last Decemberery to wake all shivering shanks from snorting. But. Oom Godd his villen, who will he grow now, grew new. And better and better and Him and newlaidills, it was all about ham and jaffas, and I wound around my swanchen’s neckplace a school of shells of daughter of Cormac. The