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the time of the revolt, in order to prepare for the delightful work that awaited him when he returned to the Institute the following day. He went over to his bookshelves, which were devoted primarily to the letters of the Hebrew alphabet and to his own personal hobby – from which he derived a great deal of pleasure, but which also aroused in him feelings of horror at the tremendous loss of life - the various conquests of Jerusalem. He opened up the chapter on Aelia Capitolina and read:
    “Why did the revolt break out? There are those who say that this was due to the attempt by Emperor Hadrian to build, as a replacement for Jerusalem, a Greek city with a temple to Zeus. Some say it was because of the prohibition against circumcision... “
                  “Elijah!” Orna called out in a tone of voice that was unmistakable. “Would it be too much of me to ask you for some help with the girls? After such a long day, I am at least entitled to take a shower, am I not?”
                  Elijah smiled, happy that at long last she would be going for a shower; afterwards he would be able to tell her his news. The Roman law had forbidden circumcision and castration. With a smidgen of self-pity he thought of his own circumcision and for a fleeting moment he felt that the Roman approach had been an infinitely more humane one.
                  “Elijah, you are driving me crazy! How can you devote all your energies to reading about people who died centuries ago, but not so much as lift a finger to help your own daughters, who are very much alive? You’d better believe me that you’re going to be the one taking the girls to school or the doctor tomorrow, whatever happens.”
                  Bar Kokhba was a gutsy kind of guy. To say to God, “ Lord of the Universe, do not help us, but also do not hinder us,” was a very courageous thing to do. Just reading it gave Elijah the courage to take a stand.
                  “I’m warning you, Elijah! The only thing you are good at is messing things up! Come here this minute and help me!”
                  Elijah felt his wife had finally reached boiling point. He didn’t want her to go beyond it, but he also hoped that her constant harping would end from that day on. He started toward the girls’ room, still reading: “After three years of struggle, the Roman army vanquished the troops of Bar Kokhba.”
                  “Damn it!” Elijah yelled as his foot stubbed the door-post in the hall. A sharp pain made him made him realize that he had miscalculated the turn and that one of the toes on his right foot had collided full-force with the door-post. His thoughts, which had been luxuriating over the different Hebrew letter-forms now focused solely on the agonizing pain in his foot. Holding the book open with one hand, Elijah bent down to rub the offending toe. It was one of those heavy picture-format tomes; all he needed now was for it to fall on his other foot.
                  “The number of Jews sold into slavery was so great that in the Land of Israel the price of a slave dropped to that of a portion horse fodder.”
                  “Elijah! I am not your workhorse, when are you going to get that into your head?”
                  “ ... There was mass migration to the land across the Euphrates and the Tigris Rivers...” Elijah pictured in his mind thousands of backpackers seeking out a spiritual center and finding refuge in the different ashrams of Babylon, which, in the latter part of the 20 th century had become Saddam Hussein’s Iraq.
                  “Well, well! Hello, Elijah! Have you just arrived? I’ve already put them to bed. Would be so kind as to read Michali a story before she falls asleep?  I suggest that whatever you choose to read her shouldn’t deal with conquests, disease, plagues, and death, as she lies there with a