ABSTRACT
There is no place for such a raw fellow at a table like mine. ' What shall cook the raw, but the fire of banishment and
separation? What shall deliver him out of hypocrisyr That wretched man departed and wandered abroad for a
year, burned as with sparks of fire in separation from his friend. So, scorched, he was cooked; then he returned and once more circled about the house of his companion. Fearful a hundredfold, he gently knocked at the door, anxious lest any unmannerly word should escape his lips.
