west in quest of his garce, he could do to please me up the oakses staircase on muleback like Amaxodias Isteroprotos, hind- quarters to the Llwyd Josus and the trunchein up his ovipository, he loftet hails and prayed: May he colp, may he be betray himself. Can’t you read by dazzling ones through me true? Bite my laughters, drink my tears. Pore into me, volumes, spell me how to work the miracle. And I suppose you heard of one Philly Thumston, a layteacher of rural science and orthophonethics of a queen.