Yeshiva University - Masmid Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Zealos, meanwhile, had reappeared in the hall called Rats, the cradle of tradition . It may be hoped that tradition dwelleth here, thought Zealos. For most assuredly, naught else could survive. He pushed open one of the doors, prepared to see a dusty pallet, but found himself instead, in a wide chamber whose rich appearance belied the dingy surroundings. There stood a great desk of polished wood, encrusted with scrolls and cherubim. Sitting at the desk and studying a tractate of Talmud was a man, short of stature, dressed neatly in a plain grey suit. He looked up. Your name? he asked Zealos. An it please thee, sir, stammered the usually clear- throated Zealos, I am called Zealos, late of Province Danci- ger, in search of Wisdom in Avihsey. We shall see, answered the man, whether you are wor- thy of admission to Avihsey. If you don ' t study, you don ' t belong here. What are your plans ? Venerable sir, answered Zealos, may I ask, what is thy name? I am called Judgement, said the man. And this section of Avihsey is mine, the House of Judgement. Begin! My quest, said Zealos, is to bring back the secret of the Wisdom of Avihsey to the inhabitants of Danciger . . .

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He rubbed the dust out of his eyes and looked down the hall. A door opened, and Piouse heard someone mumbling. In the room, he saw a man wearing a black suit and tie, and a white shirt, shuffling the leaves of a calendar. Good Sir, said Piouse, it is said I require authorization from thee, if thou art Charley-pop. Canst thou supply me with the same? The man squinted at him. Ah! he cried. You look like one of my boys. Welcome to RIETS YP. But please don ' t disturb me in the future. I must rearrange the calendar. Piouse left, closing the door behind him. Shortly, he found another room which contained a bed. Tossing himself upon the bed, Piouse fell into a deep slumber.

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But what had become of Indifferaunce? Transported by the Innkeeper into Morgue, he found the hall to be extremely comfortable. He strolled through the hall in a carefree manner, marveling at its design. Pushing open one of the doors, Indif- feraunce found a man sitting at a desk. The man took no notice of him, but lit a cigarette, a cigar, and a pipe in quick succes- sion. He was sitting on a pile of ropes, which were constantly winding themselves around his body — yet seemed not to impair his movements. Finally, the man saw Indifferaunce, and said, Rrmph? Indifferaunce entered cautiously, lest the strange man seize him in his tentacles. He was motioned to a seat. The room was growing hazy with tobacco smoke. What are your career goals? asked the man. Have you fulfilled all your course requirements? Caught off guard, Indifferaunce said, Are there requirements here? Could you help me fulfill them? I would help you, young man, said the smoker, peering through the haze, but my hands, as you can see, are tied. Give us a good year. ' As the smoker went back to his work, Indifferaunce left the room. Soon, he found a room with an empty bed. Exhausted from the day ' s many perils, he collapsed upon the bed and slept.