my chains--because I killed my son and because I am like King Herod;
but my soul you see not, and my grief you know not
O you people! You are looking at me as at a monstrosity--at my hair,
my chains--because I killed my son and because I am like King Herod;
but my soul you see not, and my grief you know not. You are as blind
as earthworms. You wouldn"t know if you were struck with a beam on the
head. Say, you pot-belly, what are you shaking your paunch, for?
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