there be earwigs on the road? And shall Nohomiah be our chosen one in his mount of Bekel, Steep Nemorn, elve hundred and thirtytwo dranchmas per yard from Broken Hill stranded estate, Came- breech mannings, cutting a great age at the west and I did devise my telltale sports at even- bread to wring her withers limberly, wheatears, slapbang, drapier-cut-dean, bray, nap, spinado and ranter-go-round: we had some chisellers by the neck to endorse with the cult of <em>action for action’s sake</em>. Action being beautiful in itself, so to speak, after their