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It
was
revealed
to
me
that
those
things
are
good
which
yet
are
corrupted
which
neither
if
they
were
supremely
good
nor
unless
they
were
good
could
be
corrupted
.
Ah
,
curse
you
!
That
’
s
saint
Augustine
.
—
Why
will
you
jews
not
accept
our
culture
,
our
religion
and
our
language
?
You
are
a
tribe
of
nomad
herdsmen
:
we
are
a
mighty
people
.
You
have
no
cities
nor
no
wealth
:
our
cities
are
hives
of
humanity
and
our
galleys
,
trireme
and
quadrireme
,
laden
with
all
manner
merchandise
furrow
the
waters
of
the
known
globe
.
You
have
but
emerged
from
primitive
conditions
:
we
have
a
literature
,
a
priesthood
,
an
agelong
history
and
a
polity
.
Nile
.
Child
,
man
,
effigy
.
By
the
Nilebank
the
babemaries
kneel
,
cradle
of
bulrushes
:
a
man
supple
in
combat
:
stonehorned
,
stonebearded
,
heart
of
stone
.
—
You
pray
to
a
local
and
obscure
idol
:
our
temples
,
majestic
and
mysterious
,
are
the
abodes
of
Isis
and
Osiris
,
of
Horus
and
Ammon
Ra
.
Yours
serfdom
,
awe
and
humbleness
:
ours
thunder
and
the
seas
.
Israel
is
weak
and
few
are
her
children
:
Egypt
is
an
host
and
terrible
are
her
arms
.
Vagrants
and
daylabourers
are
you
called
:
the
world
trembles
at
our
name
.
A
dumb
belch
of
hunger
cleft
his
speech
.
He
lifted
his
voice
above
it
boldly
:
—
But
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
had
the
youthful
Moses
listened
to
and
accepted
that
view
of
life
,
had
he
bowed
his
head
and
bowed
his
will
and
bowed
his
spirit
before
that
arrogant
admonition
he
would
never
have
brought
the
chosen
people
out
of
their
house
of
bondage
,
nor
followed
the
pillar
of
the
cloud
by
day
.
He
would
never
have
spoken
with
the
Eternal
amid
lightnings
on
Sinai
’
s
mountaintop
nor
ever
have
come
down
with
the
light
of
inspiration
shining
in
his
countenance
and
bearing
in
his
arms
the
tables
of
the
law
,
graven
in
the
language
of
the
outlaw
.
He
ceased
and
looked
at
them
,
enjoying
a
silence
.
OMINOUS
—
FOR
HIM
!
