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An all-but-unnoticed humming on the Island of the Uncommitted.



Is there some secret history I'm missing.  The hokey-pokey, for instance.  Right foot in, left foot out; shake it all about.  St. Mary Murgatroyd.  St. Mary Murgatroyd again.  Would skiing be such a strenuous exercise if we were all very small.



I trace a continental divide, I confess a mapmaker's fetish, with my eighth finger I part that ocean.  Stinking mudflats at dawn.  I did not think to bring a theosophical treatise.



Have you any canned milk.



In its domestic form, an autoharp.  A ball of yarn, a small dish of potpourri, a plaster figurine.  This is my archaeological inquiry, this is the origin of a classical disposition.  If you had a lifetime for boardgames which one would you sooner play.