H. See, master, what is this wicked slave doing?
B. What shall I do to him?
H. Curse him.
H. But this man is not a king.
B. “...even in your bedroom do not curse the rich...”, and “... a prince among your people you shall not curse.”
H. If I had known that the Sages were so circumspect, I would not have killed them. What is my remedy?
B. Rebuild the Temple.
And so King Herod started.
Art: Temple by Roberts
2 comments:
That's so sad...
it is
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