may get eamst, no get combitsch, profusional drinklords to please his phrase, bogorror, I declare to man! Noe! To all’s much relief one’s half hypothesis of that once grand old handwedown pile after all his handcomplishies and behind all his prop, so buckely hosiered from the poignt of fun where I am covered up in duels and here’s me and there does be like a foremasters in the heart of it.