The rout of the enemy was complete.

We have now a nonette somewhat suggestive of Mozart, and the whole piece closes with this ensemble thoroughly well developed.

I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.

I wondered if he worked out, or if he had the knobby things that dipped into his V line.