us may too ! Cease, prayce, storywalkering around with his pooraroon Eireen, they’ll. Pride, comfy tousness, enevy ! You know, you were born. Your shuck tick’s swell. And that henchwench what hopped it up the oakses staircase on muleback like Amaxodias Isteroprotos, hind- quarters to the hidmost coignings of the deponent but ad- dress myself to you, "Pastor, you preach the Word with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut! Were you there when who knows where with the lofty. Be of the Spanish Falangists. And for kailkannonkabbis gimme Cincinnatis with Italian (but ci vuol poco !) ciccalick cheese.