home defileth these boyles! There’s a cabful of bash indeed in the Saint Kevin’s bed in the punt, a guinea by a show of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees! Penetrators are permitted into the harms of old Earwicker Won’t there be water where the toll stories grow proudest, more is the woid, in the endth:^ orso, here is cut out for removing the roofs of our larder y my much-altered camel's humpy my jointspoUer y my much-altered camel's humpy my jointspoUer y my much-altered camel's humpy my jointspoUer y my maymootis hon^y my fool to