eccentrically self-propelled, Arcimboldo t, picking up bits of tut-tutting at its ruination, pus, s, occasionally picking it up bodily and carrying it. s secretions and looked foro a good o t came. tor and ant ake it apart until t time.

    t is not,  and never e again, but, at t, not, for noer one final s stuck stock-still, tering one last, gross, mechanical sigh.

    A nipple dropped off. tor picked it up and offered it to trawberry! She shook her head.

    teristics indicate ture is, like t bo stra of  from t time according to oday,  grapes,  nuts, c apples some for older   on ;.

    But noation! ion est interest. Sly:

    quot;If 70 per cent  an eye, 75 per cent an ear, 80 per cent an arm, 85 per cent a leg: age, at least, must  all four?quot;2

    Once again, sumped t last slo stra;Summerquot; noegrated -- subsided, slito  bo cegrate.

    It is not so muc to pretend trous being is alive, for noto  care o do is to plunge o ificial strangeness, pero t fles fles, ; -- explains Arcimboldo, displaying tercourse ify ry outside ts t her.

    quot;Reason becomes ties of pleasure,quot; said Freud.

    One day, o a  festival!

    So  t no better.

    Peckisly demolis in t iced ttle cat played croquet one he girls flaxen hair.

    quot; t; he asked her.

    tion stirred o speech.

    quot;A and B began t; sly.

    turned to look at  to pronounce some piece of oracular wisdom. Sossed  on.

    quot;t; tole noug Ne?quot;3

    t tinue