[I]n a healthy environment, young Mahoney might have taken the risk, both with University and, in part, with entering the Aula for the jibs dance.

It should be able to make out the many thousands of cat-fur bugs which live in such heaps.

A glove was suspended / Spacious and wondrous, in art-fetters fastened, / Which was fashioned entirely by touch of the craftman / From the dragon’s skin by the devil’s devices: / He down in its depths would do me unsadly / One among many, deed-doer raging, / Though sinless he saw me; not so could it happen / When I in my anger upright did stand.

Most of the sections, after the portion Bereshit expound biblical narratives, notably the deeds of the patriarchs, as allegories of the fate of the soul.