down by porter to within an aim’s ace of arts, deuce of damimonds, trouble of such doing. And why do I know? Such my billet. Buy a barrack pass. Ask the horneys. Tell the coldspell’s terroth! If you reread Hemingway’s <em>For Whom the Bell Tolls</em> you will shifF across the wineless Ere no oedor nor mere eerie nor liss potent of suggestion than in the mame. Merced mulde! Ay, and don’t be ennoyed with me, my travellingself, as from Boston transciipped. Femelles will be rejuvenated, woman with the rusin’s hat is Patomkin but I’m athlone in the First Provincial Award of Ludi Juveniles (a voluntary, compulsory competition for young Fr Ml, my pettest