Chapter 22 new lawyer

We have a new lawyer here, Dr. Bucefalus.It is hard to tell from his appearance that he was once the war-horse of Alexander of Massedonia, but if you know the details, you will find out a thing or two.Not long ago, on the steps in the open air, I witnessed with my own eyes a very ordinary court clerk watching with astonishment in the eyes of a professional horse racing fan as the lawyer climbed up the steps with his thighs high, making the marble steps rattle with his feet. The office basically agreed to hire Bucefalus.People think of him in a somewhat eccentric way, saying that because Bucefalus is in a difficult position in the present social system, but also because of his world-historical value, he deserves help anyway.Today—and this is undeniable—there is no great Alexander.Though there were some who knew how to kill, there was no lack of dexterity to cross the table and stab their friends with their spears; besides, many cursed Father Philip because they thought Massedonia was too small.However, no one, no one at all, can lead everybody to India.Back then, the gate of India was out of reach, but its direction was indicated by the king's sword.Today, the gates are oriented in a completely different direction, wider and taller.No one pointed out its direction. Although many people held swords in their hands, they just waved them around.

So it may indeed be best to dive headlong into the codes, as Bucefalus did.He is at ease, unfettered like a knight's waist, and by the quiet light, far from the rumble of the battle of Alexandria, he reads and reads our ancient books page by page.