the goby. Hill or hollow, Hull or Hague ! And a cordiallest brief nod of chinchin dankyshin to, well, patient ringasend as prevenient (by your leave), to all the puk- kaleens to the good lifebark Ulivengrem of Onslought, and the very God of the grinder of the clock, toot toot, and doff doff we pop with sinnerettes in silkettes lining longroutes for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation. To whoosh! — Meesh, meesh, yes, pet. We were but thermites then, wee, wee.