"Yes. If you put yourself at the bottom of this queue, you will never get in to-night. Five hundred people will be turned away."
This was Hebrew to me. Of his language I only gathered that five hundred folk would be turned away and that I should be one of the number.
"Come, would you really like my place?" continued the habitué.
"Have you got a place, then?"
"Can't you see for yourself?"
I could see nothing at all.
"Taken in advance, then?" I asked.
"Taken since noon."
"And a good one ...?"
"What do you mean by good?"