Monday, 22 August 2016, Pages 331 - 332

Stopped at the middle of a looooong sentence, "fiounaregal games..." (332.26)

Have fun with
... the balder and of the sol and of the hollichrost,...
... poison keels,...

Monday, 15 August 2016, Pages 329 - 331

We stopped at "... pigpin upinto meh!" (331.13)

To decipher:
... hafts on glaives
... harefoot, birdy-hands
Lludd hillmythey,...
... I'll tittle your barents if you stick that pigpin upinto meh!

Monday, 8 August 2016, Pages 328 - 329

We stopped at "... her flame went huneysuckling." (329.20)

We encounter on these pages yet another version of Tom, Dick & Harry. Rather leaf, bud and berry.
And we learn the eternal truth: The soul of everyelsesbody rolled into its olesoleself.

This page cleared - for me - some of the mist on these pages.