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But I have to tell you what I saw.. .I had entered a dark room , lit by a small, elongated horizontal window,. .The light cut sharply.. ..and drew itself on the stone floor.. .There behind the table was sitting the Jewish scribe with his arms forward, leaning on the parchment. He turned his lordly head in my direction.. .It was a beautiful head, delicate and translucent pale as alabaster, large and small wrinkles were lining along the small eyes and around the big curved hawk nose. A black cap covered the white skull and a low white-yellow beard lay in large tufts over the written parchment.. .two crutches lay slantingly on the floor beside him. How much I desired to get my sketchbook out.. ..but in front of the staring gaze of the scribe, I didn't find the courage to carry out my intention. (en) |
