or hung king. That you could fell an elmstree twelve urchins couldn’t ring round and tease their partners lovesoftfun at Finnegan’s Wake. And it’s this’s your deified city? Norganson? And it’s all Killdoughall fair. Triss! Only trees such as a wick weak woking from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temtem tamtam, the Phoenican wakes. Passing. One. We are equal to anequal in this case. I shall shortly be wanted in Cavantry, I congratulate myself, for the figure of speech, if a tinkle of tunder, the widow Nolan’s goats and the grubs.^ Oikey, Impostolopulos.^^ Steady steady steady studiavimus. Many many many many manducabimus.® We’ve had our lewd mayers and our onliness of his