Once more it’s time to stop and look around at what we got. There’s gobs and gobs, there’s quite a lot. We’ll just make a quick notation, but we’ll go slow enough so as to not  cause any consternation. Let’s start off with a walnut, King Tut, a stray mutt, hollyhocks, smallpox, mismatched socks, common denominators, cream separators, Roman gladiators, and buzz saws, glass jaws, harsh laws, big time coaches, live roaches, and bridge approaches. Now we will continue on with lots of useful ointments, some prominent appointments, shives and shanks, childhood pranks, rusted out tanks, cooked noodles, cute poodles, random doodles, Budapest, an eagle’s nest, a velvet vest, crude oil, your native soil, London broil, brand new shoes, two by twos, wrecking crews, singers who sing the blues, a contact sport, Iowa and Davenport, and a summer resort. How about taking a look here at a cyclops, bottle tops, flip flops, sequins, penguins, honest to goodness bargains, the printed word, whey and curd, all them we think of as absurd, shrines and temples, blotches and pimples, those small dimples, pitchers and catchers, cots and stretchers, motion detectors, incense, rinses and tints, and high class gents. Ok, let’s now consider some endives, the value of old archives, and some beehives, slacks and pants, fire ants, prayers and chants, student grants, corn liquor, lights that flicker, a bumper sticker, seedless grapes, the great apes, long flowing capes, rubber stoppers, corn poppers, grasshoppers, fields of cotton, food that is rotten, and a whole lot of other stuff that I have long forgotten. I think we should assess the US cavalry, to-day’s society, a cup of green tea, the Peace Corps, a Holly War, a farm chore, a demagogue, a synagogue, a heavy fog, and the Los Angeles smog. How about them meals on wheels, them composition heels, banana peels, them Golan Heights, them Civil Rights, paper kites, high priced drugs, coffee mugs, hand woven rugs, thermos jugs, cross trainers, ideas that are no-brainers, and kitchen strainers, lab cultures, hovering vultures, and those garden mulchers. Now, I think it’s time to come to an end, to reach some sort of a conclusion. To continue on, I fear, would be an intrusion. I hope all of this will be of some value and not some sort of empty illusion.