Yeshiva University - Masmid Yearbook (New York, NY)

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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.

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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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The next morning, the three knights emerged from their respective sleeping quarters, feeUng well rested. Piouse asked the Innkeeper if he could recommend a place where the knights could dine. The Inn of Choparkalex, the Gastronomical Wizard, intoned the Lofty Innkeeper, is a fine place to eat. I and Mrs. Innkeeper often indulge there. He then proceeded to tell the knights how to reach this den of dumplings. The knights thanked him for his hospitality and proceeded on their way. The knights soon reached a clearing in the middle of which stood a small building. A signboard attached to the building read: Ye Eating-Place of CHOPARKALEX (Also Catering Done) PEPSI 1 ■— ■— ' gfc,