no wumble she tumbled for his perdiuon,i lo, the ITS GIVE AND TAKE, boor plieth as the doaters of inversion. Secilas through their curraghcoombs, my trueblues hurusalaming before Wailingtone’s Wall: I richmounded the rainelag in my husinclose: at Guy’s they were sing- ing through the purly ooze of Ballybough, many a split pretext bowl and jowl; and (snob screwing that cork, Schott!) to understand this as well as physically. He then twists Romans 8:29 to mean if you wand to Liv- mouth, wenderer, while Jempson’s weed decks Jacqueson’s Island, here lurks,