Chapter 8: VI

VI The New Diogenes About five o’clock the next morning, Raphael Aben-Ezra was lying in bed, alternately yawning over a manuscript of Philo Judaeus, pulling the ears of his huge British mastiff, watching the sparkle of the fountain in the court outside, wondering when that lazy boy would come to tell him that the bath was warmed, and meditating, half aloud. … “Alas! poor me! Here I am, back again—just at the point from which I started! … How am I to get free from that heathen Sire…