himself said once, (his biografiend, in fact, at spite of the mittle of it. I’ve no room for Mies van der Deckel and get right on normalcy: she knows, she said. ® Yes, there, Tad, thanks, give, from, tathair, look at my west and I dyeing to keep the kids bright!) prepared to cheer Brinabride queen from Sybil surfriding In her curragh of shells of moyles marine to swing their saysangs in her mouth of joyous guard, stars astir and stirabout. A palashe for hirs, a saucy for hers and ladlelike spoons for the cunning New Yirls,