Chapter 11

           Uponthemarginofaloftybank

           Whichgreatrocksbrokeninacirclemade,

           Wecameuponastillmorecruelthrong;

           Andthere,byreasonofthehorrible

           Excessofstenchthedeepabyssthrowsout,

           Wedrewourselvesasidebehindthecover

           Ofagreattomb,whereonIsawawriting,

           Whichsaid:"PopeAnastasiusIhold,

           WhomoutoftherightwayPhotinusdrew."

           "Slowitbehovethourdescenttobe,

           Sothatthesensebefirstalittleused

           Tothesadblast,andthenweshallnotheedit."

           TheMasterthus;anduntohimIsaid,

           "Somecompensationfind,thatthetimepassnot

           Idly;"andhe:"ThouseestIthinkofthat.

           Myson,upontheinsideoftheserocks,"

           Beganhethentosay,"arethreesmallcircles,

           Fromgradetograde,likethosewhichthouartleaving.