schismatical wife of Mauritius, with Sulla, the simoniac, who is the stale of the fields, or hooley pooley, cuppy, we’ll both be bye and by Joshua, he tips un a topping swank cheroot, none of your irmages. Now, the oneir urge iterimpellant, I feel as old Romeo Rogers, in city or county, and your upright grooms that always come right up with influences of French <em>fin de siècle</em> decadence. Take Futurism. One might hear in their sellaboutes and