nobody could
in superhuman flights
of submoronic fancy
be more not
conceivably future than mrs somethingwitz
nay somethingelsestein. Death should take his hat
off to this dame:he won’t be out of work
while she can swarm. ‘To doubt that in whose form
less form all goodness truth and beauty lurk,
simply to her does not occur(alarm
ing notion for idealists?so what)
all politicians like the sight of vote
and politics,as everyone knows, is
wut ektyouelly metus. Unbeside
which limps who might less frenziedly have cried
eev mahmah hadn chuzd nogged id entwhys