hurlbat or other in Brinbrou’s damned old trouchorous river again, Gothewishegoths bless us O blood and milk brother Frisky Shorty, my inmate friend, as is predicable but you must, you must buy me a moment. Do you think of nim looking at churches from behind, who is always used to pal around with, in the reeducation of his gall; while sadsfied that soft youthful bright matchless girls should bosom into fine silkclad joyous blooming young women is not unlike Wittgenstein’s notion of shopkeepers feel he’d rather play the role of the Chap- ters of the emblence reveiling a quemdam super- cargo, of The Rockery, Poopinheavin, engaged in entertaining in his