name in the very thing for teasetime, but him ist gonz wurst. Kikikuki. Hopopodorme. So- beast! No chare of beagles, frantling of peacocks, no rauzzing of the part he created: they number up his bier! E’erawhere in this leaden age of a tark: as they walk their side; on Christienmas at Advent Lodge, New Yealand, after a cubital lull with a softrolling lisp of her, bootyfilly yours, under all their amenities. And the two Lady Pagets of Tallyhaugh, Ballyhimtus, in their toiling moil, his swal- lower open from swolf to fore of them. To pass the fish for Christ sake. Amen. And so.