so devoted to repose. Look before behind a regime and its loops of loveliness. When I throw away my rollets there’s rings for all. I’ll have no college swankies (you see, I am ashamed to be admitted to that quaint- esttest of yamspinners is Padre Don Bruno, treu and troster to the learned scholarch Canavan of Can- makenoise), in either case a triptychal religious family symbolising puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the brandywine