Once home, he unpacks the sandwich and takes a bite. The flavorful rye, the unctuous slices of meat, the sharp brown mustard, heaven!
"Saul, make sure you clean up your papers, they're all over the living room!" his wife says. "Leave me alone!" he says.
"Saul, make sure you clean up your papers, they're all over the living room!" his wife says. "Leave me alone!" he says.
He takes another bite, and he can taste the secrets of Yahweh, transmitted from thousands of years ago when a priestly pastrami prodigy fled the Babylonian invasion with his family and years later ended up in present day Romania. The secrets of the corned beef were faithfully transmitted down through the ages and finally ended up in New York during the great migration of Eastern European Jews in the early 20th century.
Yahweh is within the slices of corned beef. "Saul! Your papers!" "God please put me out of my misery," Mr. Levy thinks.
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