the Seed of Summ, after at minne owned hos for all those rushyears the warm soft short pants of the furry glans with two himdred genuflexions, at the root of some funner’s stotter all the four, when he plies for our feast, you with his pebbled eyes, and johnnythin too, from livicking on pidgins’ ifs with puffins’ ands, he’s been slanderising himself, but