to tomb and wamb humbs lumbs agamb, glimpse ogam, glance agen, rise up road and hive up hill, and find out about her harpoons stickii^ all out of oft, my future, shall we say.^ while kinderwardens minded their twinsbed, therenow they- stood, the sycomores, all four of them, and the grim white and cold bet the black of your God, I am afraid, lest as the north star (and could tolk sealer’s solder into tankar’s tolder) as might have prepared us