It
became one of my pastimes to make forecasts as to the looks of
the next young woman to call at the synagogue, whether she would
be pretty or homely, tall or short, fair or dark, plump or spare. I
was interested in their eyes, but, somehow, I was still more
interested in their mouths. Some mouths would set my blood on
fire. I would invent all sorts of romantic episodes with myself as
the hero. I would portray my engagement to some of the pretty
girls I had seen, our wedding, and, above all, our married life. The
worst of it was that these images often visited my brain while I
was reading the holy book. Satan would choose such moments of
all others because in this manner he would involve me in two
great sins at once; for in addition to the wickedness of indulging
in salacious thoughts there was the offense of desecrating the holy
book by them
Reb Sender's daughter was about to be married to a tradesman of
Talmudic education. I did not care for her in the least, yet her
approaching wedding aroused a lively interest in me
Red Esther had gone out to service.
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