“You have no respect for the family, you dog,” he would conclude.
“The family!” Jesús would retort. “The first thing a fellow should do is forget it. Parents, brothers and sisters, uncles, aunts and cousins,—what are they all but a botheration? The first thing a man should learn is to disobey his parents and have no belief in God.”
“Silence, you infidel, silence! May your sides fill up with watery vapor and your heart be consumed with fire. May the black broom sweep you off if you continue such blasphemies.”
Jesús would greet these curses with laughter, and after having allowed Jacob to vent his wrath, would add:
“A couple of thousand years ago, this animal who’s nothing but a printer today would have been a prophet, and would be in the Bible together with Matthew, Zabulon and all that small fry.”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” snarled Jacob.
When the discussion was over, Jesús would say to him:
“You know very well, Yaco, that a chasm yawns between your ideas and mine; but despite all that, if you’ll accept the invitation of a Christian, I invite you to a glass.”
Jacob would nod acceptance.