I was shocked to open my inbox on Sunday, and receive a message that Harold Brackman had passed away. Harold.
Needless to say, the entire family is enthralled. Not only does this land have endless wealth, but it has a king who is also a high priest and “a holy temple with priests and Levites … everything as it once used to be in ancient Jerusalem.”
For the young narrator, “beautiful and bright thoughts snatched me up and carried me away to that happy land” where he imagines, “the kind and pleasant man” will take him after Passover. He goes to bed full of dreams and hopes.