On the third day rose Arpout of the black sleeve of the tomb;he could see like a cat in the dark,but the light left him dumb.
He stood up to testify,and his tongue wouldn't workin the old groove; he had to tryother tongues, including the Scandinavian.
The saints were all well pleased;his periods rattled and rolled;heresies scattered like ninepins;all the tickets were sold.
When they turned down the gaseverybody could see there wasa halo of tongues of pale firelicking the grease off his hair,
and a white birdfluttered away in the rafters;people heardthe breaking of a mysterious wind (laughter).
He spoke another languagemajestic beautiful wildholy superlative believableand undefiled
by any comprehensiblesyllableto provoke dissentor found a schism .Àæ
After the gratifyingly largenumber of converts had been given receiptsthe meeting adjourned to the social hallfor sexual intercourse (dancing) and eats.
Arp talked to the reporters:on the whole, was glad to have cheated the tomb,though the angels had been 'extremely courteous',and death, after all, was only 'another room'.
