005.01 next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec-

005.02 titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and

005.03 with larrons o'toolers* clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter-

005.04 ing down.

[005.05-005.12]: his crest of heraldry — his fate.

005.05    Of the first was he to bare* arms and a name: Wassaily Boos-

005.06 laeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with

005.07 ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned.

005.08 His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the second.

005.09 Hootch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister

005.10 Finn*, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Comeday morm and,

005.11 O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha,

005.12 Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!

[005.13-006.12]: the causes of his fall — he dies.

005.13 What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersday

005.14 this municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness

005.15 to the thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive

005.16 ages that shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims that

005.17 would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of

005.18 heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-

005.19 tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and

005.20 before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and

005.21 at the fading of the stars! For a nod to the nabir is better than wink

005.22 to the wabsanti. Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing

005.23 bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch-

005.24 bracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the feast is a flyday. She

005.25 has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the

005.26 dreamydeary. Heed! Heed! It may half been a missfired brick, as

005.27 some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his back

005.28 promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one thou-

005.29 sand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe

005.30ite ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rolls-

005.31 rights, carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers,

005.32 autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, mega-

005.33 phoggs, circuses and wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods

005.34 and the hoyse and the jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and

005.35 the mecklenburk bitch bite at his ear and the merlinburrow bur-

005.36 rocks and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and his

Summary of Page 5:

He was of the first to bear arms and a name: Wassaily Booslaeugh of Riesengeborg. His crest, green, showed in silver a he-goat pursuing two maids, and bore an escutcheon with silver sun-emblem and archers at the ready. Its legend: Hohohoho! Hahahaha! Mr. Finn you’re going to be Mr. Finn-again! In the morn you’re vine, in the eve you’re vinegar. Mr. Funn, you’re going to be fined again! What brought about that Thursday-morning tragedy? Our house still rocks to the rumour of it; there is a shabby chorus of those who would blame him; the evidence is difficult to evaluate.—Therefore, stay us (O Sustainer!) in our search for truth.—It may have been a misfired brick, or perhaps a collapse of back promises; but as sure as Adam bit the apple of Eve, what with the noise of the (6) traffic below, hod carrier Finnegan, high above, fell tippling full, his hod shook, he stumbled, he was dead. He is now fit for a mastaba-tomb (An Egyptian mummy tomb of stone.).