Chinston Wormhill

    Calm down! Norman is an island, as Chinston Wormhill may have dead — thank you as well to our first Guest Spooker, in honour of whomp we commend this new crolour.

    (Unfortunately we're unable to acknowledge your letters, but the cost pode remains (hic)).

    Oh, a double braquet; how suckening (siquening?).

    Yes!

    Affirms itself apparently — and what more can be said? In writing. Of course! No man's land, not a ghost of a chance, beyond the principle of power, the post (age stamp?). What a card! Miss Addressed — Wake!

    "Awake my soul a-and with the Son," sang Arthur, feebly, keeping his metaphysics warm. A tempest raged — windy windy! Airy nothing!