Saturday the Rabbi Went Hungry

by Harry Kemelman

  “I told you at the beginning that if your vow involved doing something wrong, that you were absolved. Do you remember?”

  “Of course. Nu, so is putting up Schwarz’s building a sin?”

  The rabbi smiled. “For this one particular case, Mr. Goralsky, I shall rule that the law of shatnes applies.”

  “Shatnes? But isn’t that about clothing—that you shouldn’t mix linen and wool?”

  “That’s the way it’s usually construed. But the regula­tion is mentioned in two places in the Bible, in Leviticus and in Deuteronomy. Why in two places? When the Bible says the same thing twice, it can mean either that the regulation is very important or that it can have another significance. In Leviticus the regulation is joined with an injunction against letting cattle of different kinds breed together and also an injunction against sowing with min­gled seeds. In Deuteronomy the regulation is joined with an injunction against sowing a vineyard with different seeds and an injunction against plowing with an ox and an ass together.”

  His voice took on the Talmudic chanting intonation. “Now if the two passages were exactly the same, you could argue that what is intended is that the regulation is important and should be strictly applied. But where the rule is given, and in each case accompanied by two other rules, and the two from Leviticus are not the same as the two from Deuteronomy, we can interpret this to mean that the precept is intended to forbid various mixtures of two things of different kinds.”

  He leaned back in his chair. “So you will say, where does it stop? We use many mixtures of diverse things: shoes made of leather and rubber, houses of wood and stone. If we go beyond the specific regulations, then we must have some kind of a test. What then would be a log­ical test? Why, obviously, if it seems wrong to you. For what other purpose did God give us our intelligence if not to use it? Your initial objection to Schwarz’s design was that the two buildings were of two different orders, and it seemed wrong to join them together. It bothered you from the very first. So my ruling is that this is an exam­ple of shatnes, and hence forbidden.”

  The old man scratched his head. Then his wrinkled old face cracked into a smile and he beamed in fond admira­tion at the young rabbi. “And in the cemetery would be all right—it’s separate. It’s a pilpul, but you know something, Rabbi? Suddenly, I’m feeling all right.”

  Saturday The Rabbi Went Hungry

  Harry Kemelman

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