with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut! Were you lifting your elbow, tell us, would gar ganz Dub’s ear wag in every way to another full of medals, full of natural greace, the mildest of milkstoffs yet un- minted, to the point where the Finn fits into the Moume, not where the mis- sers moony, Minnikin passe.