Pirke Avot chapter three, verses eleven through thirteen: the text
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In Which Your Humble Blogger digs in.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a few introductory remarks, which unexpectedly fail to introduce anything.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can dredge up that Oh, be a fine girl, kiss me is a mnemonic for something, but what? Ah, well, kiss me anyway, we’ll think of it later.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks at another verse which figures memorably in The Chosen.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes on for longer than expected, which should certainly have been expected at this point
I think I’m going to whip through a bunch of verses today, because they are repeating previous ones: Rabbi Halafta of Kefar Hananiah says: When ten sit studying the Torah, the Shekina resides in their midst, as it is said,…
In Which Your Humble Blogger examines what kind of yokel we’re talking about here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives extra bonus translations for late-night reading pleasure.
In Which it is not the quantity but the location that counts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an appropriate verse for Banned Books week.