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Clibus
Of course I miss the great library at Qumran. The beautiful library in his home is a fraction of that monastic collection but bearded Clibus has invited me—with widespread arms.
A delicate bronze of Minerva stands on a plinth at the window end of the narrow room.
A book on my lap, I watched a golden Persian cat steal about, stiffly independent.
Though I can not read Latin I can understand titles and the names of authors and I appreciate handsome volumes, ancient volumes, family treasures.
Minerva—I used to think of visiting Rome and Athens.
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Adar 15
I spoke to a group near the city gate. I was aware that officials were present, Sadducees.