Chapter 14 - About Goats
On one occasion, I walked alone in northern Galilee along a mountainside covered with pines and exuberant, and in some places, even impenetrable shrubbery. When I had walked around yet another stone bed, I saw a man having intercourse with a goat. He didn't see me because he was wholly absorbed in the narrow animal pen, my sandals noiselessly suffered a government red needle carpet, and I hid behind a boulder to watch the event. I did understand that it was a shepherd from the nearby spot of the Hellenic community, where I had settled with my disciples for a few days the night before (the Hellenes were inclined to embrace my ideas passionately, but my attitude toward and was one of suspicion, they were in a foul odor while kissing your hand a Hellenic could steal the money from your belt).
The shepherd held the goat by the horns, bent her head toward the ground, and did what he had to do. The other goats roamed the surrounding dog, picking the grass from between the stones in spring deftly over them without paying attention to their shepherd's erotic amusement.
In my youth, I had heard a wanderer say that at Herculaneum, you had an unusual statue of white stone, the spirit of fertility, and a midday slumber horse with a goat looking her in the eyes. I thought a lot about that and what could be seen in the crystal eyes of a goat, and I came to the conclusion that in it had to be seen this self of the universe: the endless indifference and the coldness of madness, or that maybe that fear in contrast come to seem only the reflection Bas of one's feelings. That was probably precisely how God looked at our frenzied world.
What I saw next was a slightly different scene (the Helleen had lined up behind the goat), at least if that tramp had not lied, and that image that graced the villa of a sprightly man in Herculaneum.
I have nothing against such use of goats if they are free and healthy; after all, from a Christian point of view, it is more valuable than intercourse with a woman: a goat makes no appointment to control the man's internet and make him her dumb servant. Some members in Israel (and not only there) were not averse to making a donkey the vessel of their passion, but goats, to my taste, were refined and much and much more suitable for that purpose, in accordance, I dare say, with a higher plan. Nor was there any reason to compare in detail the body of a woman and a goat; that was useless, for with the preacher, it is already written that "man is not above cattle, because everything is vanity.
I just didn't use goats because it didn't attract me, preferring Galileans by character and mulattos
by skin color.
It is astonishing that this seen by me and further mocked the great Athenian orator Demosthenes, who set forth the common standards for whole life as follows: 'For pleasure, we have the courtesan; the by-sleep for daily togetherness; we have wives on that they bear us thirtysomething children in being the faithful guardians of our domestic affairs.' This admitted sentiment undercut the illiterate by stating that he received the desire without paying a courtesan, without worrying about his fate by lettuce, and without getting himself a lawful wife.
Of course, such love is known as a shortcoming, which I count as a merit: a goat cannot have earthly children by a human being.
Our feelings are unmade, and to rely on your knowledge of the world only blindly on your ears, your eyes, and your nose is as naive as trying to determine the beauty and dimensions of the Temple of Jerusalem on the bag, something also agreed upon by many Athenian teachers, even as they find their examples of the unfathomable. It is undoubtedly true that in the world of every goat lover's ideas, there is a child born with goat legs and a human torso. That creature jumps and waits, contemplates the world, and when the time comes, rapes its nymphs who half-heartedly oppose it, thereby further inflaming its fire. What matters is that this one becomes happier when in the precincts of the invisible world, where Hekate picks her poisonous herbs at night for her cauldron. Melinoe oversees the fresh, unquenched dead and would be whiny and curious as little children for whom a new world has revealed itself.
I thought about that as I watched Hellene, whose movements became faster and faster. Finally, he groaned and stopped. The goat worked her way out from under him and ran to her friends.
Our rabbis hated divorces and the unmarried state but, in the process, forgot that a woman is more bitter than death because she is a match, her heart is a trap, and her hands are shackles. What to do? Increase the number of goats in the entire population! If a man did not want to marry and have a child, the rabbis said that he had violated the commandment that commands us to multiply and that he violated the face of God by killing his offspring. No! By taking advantage of goats, the man left happy immortal creatures of himself, whose tracks could be seen early in the morning in a quiet valley in the sand near a spring.
How unjust that a Jew could forgo marriage for only one reason: to devote all his time to the study of the law, whose letters had long since been eaten away by mice!
A goat has something you will never fully find in a woman, and what strongly attracts a man is naturalness. A goat does not wear clothes and your legs; she is simple, like the nature of passion. The prophet Jeremiah was already lecturing the coquettish, rouge-trimmed Jewesses: 'In vain shalt thou make thy cleaning and adorn thyself with chains of gold, in vain shalt thou make thy eyes coal-black: thy beloved shall despise thee.' The prophet is not listened to; Jewesses have been making their eyes coal-black for hundreds of years, too, so their lovers take a cue from the Hellenes; they go out into the field to seek satisfaction on the mountain slope among the mewling cattle.
