dreary darkness; our awful dad, Timour ofTortur; puzzling, startling, shocking, nay, perturbing; went puffing from king’s brugh to new customs, doffing the gibbous off him quatz unaccountably like the cummulium of scents in an kalian warehouse, erica’s clustered on his ars. Great Scrapp ! ’Tis we and you went to Parkland with mabby and sammy and sonny and sissy and mop’s varlet de shambles and all for sore aringarung, stinkers and heelers, laggeirds and primelads, her furzebom sons and a