antea, it seemed as if his whole religious belief were being torn out with red hot tongs.
"Young friend, when you know a little more of life," said the physician as he rose, "you will see that the morality which is bartered in the market of life was not created out of ink-pots. Your Judaism and our Judaism are worth nothing now; your Judaism was a mummy long ago, and a puff of air will scatter it in dust; ours, to the beginning of the last century, was pure barbarism; it has imbibed a classic spirit and this spirit will explode it. Enter the bright halls of classic wisdom; you will there learn to enjoy, to jest, and to be silent."
"A horrible labyrinth!" said Baruch in his heart as he went away; "but I feel that a clue will be found."