I. The Rabbi and Death calm ch...

I. The Rabbi and Death
calm chopped liver films with it, intensitys of kugel rusting, rubbery meat of fish. Yea, though I walk
[i]or[/i] part of to the other the valley of Shiva, I will fear no evil, my Tum and my Seltzer comfort me He
takes notes, rehashes stories, "A beneficial man, good man. No, I didn't know that he was married."
for what reason cryptic we get in death, he thinks, by what mode boring the hole, endless restrains that lower, the flowery "now
nows." The end's a pain in the paunch weekends always spent at somebody's service, the valley of garlic breath.
II. The Rabbi's Fantasy and