The reading of Mordekai is abruptly interrupted by an exclamation uttered by Feivel.
“What’s the matter?” Evrom asks.
“I recognize that phrase! ‘The beard of thuth’. It is from Shmelka the barber. He created it as an appeal for his business.”
“What are you saying? That Kabbalah copied Shmelka’s phrase?”
“That’s exactly what.”
“And won’t it be that Shmelka appropriated the quotation to use it as an advertising slogan for his barbershop?”
“Neyn! Shmelka wouldn’t do that.”
“Dovid, please, go to Shmelka’s barbershop and tell him to come immediately to the town hall. Let’s clear this up once and for all!”
Meanwhile Feivel insists:
“I know Shmelka and he would never lie about such a thing. I don’t know Kabbalah, so I trust Shmelka more. He is an honest man.”
“And what is Kabbalah?! A scoundrel?!”
“I wouldn’t risk my neck for Kabbalah because I don’t know her.”
“Kabbalah was written by Shimon bar Yochai!” Evrom screams.
“Who is that?”
“Don’t you know who Simon bar Yochai is?! Chatzkel, explain it to him!”
“It’s Yenta’s son, the one who escaped with Lekisch’s daughter.”
“What are you talking about?!” Evrom jumps increasingly exalted.
“But Shimon was an illiterate”, Chatzkel continues, “He didn’t know how to write his own name. So I wonder how the hell could he write the Kabbalah?”
“Perhaps by divine inspiration” Dudel dares to suggest.
Then Dovid breaks in followed by Shmelka with a robe full of hair and big barber scissors in his hand.
“What the hell do you want from me? You cut my inspiration!”
“You see? Inspiration exists” Dudel says, “Maybe Shmelka didn’t copy the slogan. Maybe he was also divinely inspired.”
Evrom gets up from the chair with a face of despair and shuffles off.
“Where is he going?”
“Maybe he has got an inspiration.”
Night falls slowly over the village.