Chapter 8 08

08 He was not just weird, but he tried hard not to show it, he let the wine glass rest on his lips for a long time, his eyes still fell on her, he realized that the serious and serious woman he saw before was actually invisible Her nun's gown. Instead of answering directly, he asked, "Why did you leave there?" "It has nothing to do with the faithfulness of the faith. I've always been a very religious person - so to speak. It's just that I can't bear the rules. In fact, I used to think that it would be easier to live in a non-spiritual world." , because I'm not the only one who has rehabilitated. There are about 1.2 million nuns scattered all over the world. The year I left the religious life, there were 7000 nuns who chose the same path as me. But it is not so easy to return to the secular life, no Fixed constraints to follow, I no longer pray according to the rules, and there is no fixed time for various activities, clothes, and meals. Overnight, I have to make up my own mind and arrange my own life for the day. I don’t need to wear short clothes I feel naked and invisible, and I am used to men’s games. In college, my major was English. After I left the life of a nun, I naturally mixed into the publishing circle again. The job of the Mission Publishing House is very suitable for me. So you see..."

A sharp voice at the door interrupted her. "There you are!" said Darley Nicholson's voice.Darina, wearing a tight jumper and equally fitting pants, walked quickly towards him. "I've been looking for you everywhere," she said to Randall. "Are you still working?" "Just finished," Randall said. "Come on, join us for a drink." "No thanks, I drank too much yesterday and I'm still not feeling well. I wonder why you don't feel it, dear." "I'm okay." "I came here to tell you where I was going," Darina said, digging through her purse for her daily activity list. "They're going to put on that movie we both saw last month and loved it, the one we saw on Third Avenue, remember? It's about a young girl who falls in love with a married man, and he But lied to her that she was still single."

"Oh, yes, I remembered." Randall said vaguely. "I want to watch it again." She went over her activity list again. "Unfortunately, it's been 45 minutes, I'm afraid I'm only in time for the end. But that's the best part anyway." She stuffed the list hastily into her bag, then leaned over and kissed Randall on the lips , "Goodbye, see you at dinner." The remaining two waited for her to leave. Randall raised his glass and gave Naomi an uncomfortable look. "By the way, Naomi, did you just say—?" "It doesn't matter what you say, I've told you too much today." She drank the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, looked at Randall, and studied him for a while. "Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I really want to know something."

"Say it." "I want to know how a man like—like you likes a girl like Darina." Before he could say anything, she went on, "I know she's not your secretary, I know she was booked on the boat Room, she never lived in it once, I reckon she's your--what's it called?--lover, your mistress, isn't it?" "Yes, you are right. I have been separated from my wife for two years. After six months, I met Darina and she lives with me." "Understood." Naomi squeezed her lips together, and then she continued without looking up at him, "Is it just for a young sex partner?"

"I think so. The only way we bridge the generation gap is in bed. She's a sweet little guy though, and it's always nice to have someone around." Naomi pushed her empty glass to the table. "I can have another drink." "Me too. We're going to feel pretty good tonight." "I feel good too." He asked for another drink, and someone came and replaced them in no time. Randall took a sip of whiskey and glanced at Naomi over the rim of his glass. "I—I wanted to ask you a little personal thing. What did you think of life with men after you left the convent?"

"Not good." Rather than saying that she was answering him, it would be better to say that she was talking to herself. "I mean……" "I don't want to talk about these things." She said firmly, "I'm tired of talking, let's have a drink." They drank in silence, and she finished it first. "One more drink, Steve, for walking this journey for us." He waved to the waiter, and two new glasses of wine were brought in, just as he finished the previous one. She drank and squinted at him.She said, "I almost forgot, I still have some materials on how they translate, you must read it before going ashore. I have to go to the room to get it."

"You can give it to me tomorrow," he said. "Now," she said, "is very important." She drank the last drink in one gulp, and stood up from her seat with great difficulty, staggering. He stood by, trying to help her, but her arms were clinging to her clothes, preventing him from doing so, and then she walked straight out of the bar, maintaining her ladylike demeanor.He followed, thinking it was funny and interesting. They took the small elevator up two steps to upper class.Naomi walked ahead of him, staggering to her room, holding on to the colonnade. She took out the key and opened the door, and they went into the first bedroom.The room is large and cozy, with only the dim and soft light from the floor lamp.Under the gray bedspread is a bed, which is quite large, with a thick carpet under the bed.It seems like there are mirrors everywhere.

"Nice room," he said. "Where's George's room?" She turned sharply. "What do you mean?" "I mean he's in the suite too, isn't he?" "My room is private and locked. Next door is the large reception room. His bedroom is still over there, a nautical mile from mine. We share the reception room and living room to work together." She walked away. . "I'll get you the research report." She took a suitcase from a low metal cabinet, opened it, and rummaged through it to find a stack of documents. "Here it is." She took out the document solemnly, "Sit down and read for a while, I'm going to the bathroom. I'm sorry."

He looked around the room, and finally sat down next to the bed.He opened the folder, and there were three documents inside.The mastheads of the three copies are written in capital letters, pointing out the different methods of translating three different Bibles—the King James Version, the Revised Standard Version, and this latest one.The words typed on the typewriter blurred before his eyes.He heard Naomi Dunn sloshing about in the bathroom, the sound of the water being flushed, and the sound of the faucet being turned on.He tried to imagine her in her heavy nun's gown. The bathroom door opened and Naomi came out, looking the same as before, except that she wasn't drunk, and her repelling look was back on her face.

She stands in front of him. "what do you think?" Randall picked up the folder and dropped it on the table next to the bed. "Material--" "It's not the material, it's me." He raised his eyes subconsciously, watching her come and sit down beside him. "You?" He struggled to utter the word. She turned her back on him. "Help unzip the zipper," she said in an irresistible voice. He found the zipper under her hair and pulled it slowly.The nylon jacket was pulled back, revealing her thin back and smooth skin.She wasn't wearing a corset, and he didn't seem to be wearing panties either.

She still turned her back to him. "Does this scare you?" Her voice trembled. "I'm not wearing anything underneath." As she turned to face him, her clothes slid off her shoulders. "Tell me, what do you think?" He looked up at her involuntarily when she turned around, and finally she threw herself into his arms.After a while, they were all naked... After that, he lay on the bed, feeling so happy and peaceful. He knew she was out of bed, heard her rush into the bathroom, heard the flushing, and heard her come back.He opened his eyes reluctantly, and she was already sitting beside him. Still naked, she stared at him.She still didn't smile, but she was no longer so cold and expressionless. He didn't know what to say.He still has a sense of exhaustion, so he needs to work hard.He said, "It would be nice if we were committing a crime. Adam and Eve did the same crime." Her reaction puzzled him.Her gentle expression suddenly disappeared, and she became serious again. "This isn't very funny, Steve," she said. "Naomi, come on, what's the matter with you?" He reached for her, but she avoided it, got out of bed and waited silently, so he went into the bathroom boredly.When he came back to get dressed, she went to the bathroom again.At the door, she hesitated. "Thank you," she said, "I just ask you one thing and act like it never happened. See you at dinner." Five minutes later, he got dressed and left her room.Standing in the corridor, he lit his pipe and recalled the whole experience. This unexpected love affair doesn't feel good.In retrospect, it was a rather dull move, and it turned him off, not because of Naomi, but because of himself. He wondered if he had belittled himself for no reason.But no, there is a reason.In any case, the reason why he made this trip, and the reason why he tried not to think about the reality and value of the "second resurrection" project, was because he wanted to change his life.He always thinks of the best.This change will be the beginning, an adventure to find meaning in his life, to find something he can rely on, to become someone who no longer feels ashamed. But on the bed in the room behind him, he gave up his good intentions again.Once again he's doing what he always does with women—fucking without love, physical contact without human communication, meaningless venting.It was just the mating of two naked animals, and it meant nothing to the mind or spirit.Nor can he frankly say that he has been tempted.He knew it too well, no doubt it was his idea to hit Naomi as soon as he got on the boat.He doesn't want her because he loves her, but because she looks so indifferent and unattractive, what kind of stimulation it will be if he succeeds in getting her.He found another successful pleasure for his empty soul.He had wanted it for a long time, but unfortunately she fell into a trap and was destroyed. Now that he had her, the pleasure in it was like getting drunk on cheap wine. Still, he told himself, it wasn't a failure in some special way, a lesson learned.More appropriately, to remind him not to forget the lesson he's learned over the years in the public relations business. That is to say, there are no saints and sages in the world, only sinners.Human beings are originally made of twisted wood, how can there be straight talents?Kant once said that. Naomi had been a nun, she was a religious man, she was a good ambassador for a religious press--but morality aside, she was only human after all, and she inherited all the weaknesses of humanity.Like him, like everyone else. He relived the lesson, and he will never forget it again.The people who work for the "Second Resurrection" project are also ordinary people, not gods and angels, just like the Jesus described in the "International New Testament".In the bones of these people who pretend to be pious, they can't get rid of their humanity. Thinking about it this way, I feel a little better. Tomorrow and the days to come, he will never feel that those people are holier than himself, better than himself.Because as far as human nature is concerned, we are all the same. Their last supper on board is coming to an end. George L. Wheeler had ordered a big dinner, but Randall ate only a little, feeling better about torturing himself. Feeling the heat behind him, Randall knew the sweets were being prepared.Darina would love to eat, but he has lost his appetite.He had already slept, took a shower, and woke up from the wine.But he is not interested in eating. He glanced around at their small table, where they sat in the back of Chambold's dining room, where the star-studded ceiling was brightly lit by strong lights.To his left, Darina was talking to a young table waiter in her middle-school French to gauge his good-naturedness.To his right sat Naomi Dunne, hands folded in her lap, cold and reserved, she spoke only when you spoke to her.He tried to think of her naked, of her obsessed state.But he couldn't think of it anymore, as if he couldn't blaspheme a chaste woman.The chair opposite him was empty. About 15 minutes ago, George L. Wheeler was called to the intercom room, and there was a call from London looking for him. Wheeler pushed back his chair, gulped down the last of his brandy, and complained, "Hell, who's on the phone at this time?" The phone on the main deck asked. Randall watched Naomi talk lazily as the waiter brought Darina the sweet treat. She said to the table attendant, "Mr. Wheeler will be right back, and you can serve him now, too." Indeed, the publisher was hurrying down the stairs, walking intently through the little gap between the desks.After he arrived, Randall looked calmly at the irritable Wheeler. Wheeler slumped in his chair, snorting angrily. "Bad luck," he muttered, picking up his napkin and sitting there despondently. "What's the matter, Mr. Wheeler?" Naomi finally asked. Only then did he realize everyone's existence. "It's Dr. Jeffries from London. We might be in a bit of trouble." The table attendant came up to bring him something sweet, but Wheeler barked gruffly, "I don't have an appetite for this right now. Pour me some fresh American coffee." "What kind of trouble?" Naomi asked cautiously. Wheeler ignored her.He said to Randall: "I have to say that Dr. Jeffries is very anxious. He knows that we have limited time to prepare your public relations campaign. He knows that there must be no mistakes and delays. If we need Florian? If we can't find him when Knight, we're going to be in trouble." Wheeler didn't seem to be making assumptions, which puzzled Randall. "Why can't we find Dr. Knight?" "Sorry, Steve, I should explain. Dr. Jeffries left Oxford to find Florian Knight at the British Museum. Jeffries wanted to inform Knight that he was appointed to work with you in Amsterdam as your Of your many advisors, he will be the most important. Dr. Knight understands the background of the New Testament—not just the language, but a century of biblical knowledge—and his knowledge in this area is comprehensive and Intense. They naturally discussed Dr. Knight's new assignment together, and then Jeffries agreed to have dinner with him to continue the conversation. A few hours ago, Dr. Jeffries was leaving for an appointment, but received A call from the doctor's fiancée. She is Miss Valerie Hughes. She is a smart and beautiful woman. I have seen it once. She called on behalf of Dr. Knight to say that the dinner must be canceled because Dr. Knight suddenly fell ill. , and he is quite ill. Not only will his dinner tonight be cancelled, but he will not even be able to meet anyone tomorrow." "That doesn't sound like a serious thing," Randall said. "If I don't see him tomorrow, I'm okay with..." "It's not about tomorrow's day," Wheeler interrupted. "It's about Miss Hughes telling Dr. Jeffries that Knight won't be able to work with us in Amsterdam for the foreseeable future. Having said that, Nothing else. And Dr. Jeffries was so perplexed that he didn't ask about it tonight. He did ask Miss Hughes when he could call and get in touch with his assistant again. , she evasively said she would have to speak with Knight's doctor, and then she hung up. It was very strange, and also unnaturally unnatural. If Dr. Knight left it alone, then It was a serious blow to us." "You're right," Randall said slowly. "This thing sounds really weird." Only Darina, who didn't pay much attention to this, forked up a sugar roll, shook it and said to Wheeler: "Hey, if we don't see anyone in London, maybe we can take a boat all the way to Le Havre?" Wheeler glared at her. "Miss Nicholson, there are still some people to meet in London, and we will never go to Le Havre." He continued to Randall, "I have an appointment with Dr. Jeffries tomorrow afternoon at two We met with him at the British Museum at the time. I have repeatedly asked Jeffreys to use his authority and influence to have Dr. Knight rejoin our work as soon as he recovers. This will be an immediate and significant event for us. Impact." Randall kept thinking.He said almost at random what was on his mind. "Mr. Wheeler," he said, "you haven't told us what exactly Dr. Knight is suffering from?" Wheeler was taken aback. "Why, Jeffries didn't tell me what Knight's sick with. That's a good question to ask him tomorrow, isn't it?" The next day, London was overcast and lifeless, a scene that fit the mood of Wheeler and others.They were now leaving the Dorchester Hotel on Park Avenue and driving to the British Museum in Bloombury.The three of them were all sitting in the back seat of the car, and Darina was already alone under the guidance of the guide to visit the scenic spots in London-Westminster Abbey, Piccadilly Circus, the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace and so on. When they arrived at Great Russell Street and parked in front of the British Museum, the row of huge arches couldn't help but bring back memories of another visit Randall had made.He had come with Barbara when Judy was just a kid. He recalled the tall spherical reading room, ringed with rings of books around the central desk, and rare treasures hidden in the adjoining rooms and galleries upstairs.He still remembers the most impressive of those exhibitions, Sir Francis Derek's route map around the world, engraved in 1590; the first edition of Shakespeare's plays; an early manuscript of Beowulf's epic poem ; Viscount Hauretio Nelson's voyage diary; Colonel Scott's Antarctic expedition log; China's Tang Dynasty jade horse; Egypt's Rosetta Stone and hieroglyphs carved on the stone in 196 BC. They were now greeted by their host in the vestibule, and Dr. Jeffries led them across the marble floor to their destination, upstairs, to the office of the deputy curator, where Dr. Knight always worked.Dr. Jeffries was exactly as Naomi described him on the boat.He was less than 6 feet tall, with shaggy white hair, a pair of oversized nostrils under a reddish tip, and a sparse beard, but his most prominent feature was the dangling pince-nez.Judging from his slightly wrinkled blue suit and well-worn pinstripe bow tie, it is not difficult to imagine that he is not heavy on grooming. As Dr. Jeffries and Wheeler walked slowly side by side, Randall couldn't help wondering if Wheeler would ask about Dr. Knight.Sure enough, Wheeler seemed to be connected with him, and asked: "Hey, Professor, I would like to ask, how serious is Dr. Knight's condition? I wanted to ask you last night. What happened to our Dr. Knight?" But Dr. Jeffries seemed ignorant of the subject.He slowed his pace, then stopped, thought a little, and said over his shoulder: "I think—there's one thing, Mr. Randall, something you should see before we go upstairs. The two of us One of the oldest Bibles, one is the Sinai manuscript and the other is the Alexandrian manuscript. Well - you must have heard this mentioned in your discussions. If you have time, I suggest you stop by and visit .” Before Randall could answer, Wheeler rushed to say for him: "Professor, of course, Steve wants to see everything. Please lead the way...Steve, come and walk with us, Nei Omi won't mind if we ignore her." So Randall took two steps forward and came to the right of Dr. Jeffries. "Then put it in the Manuscript Gallery, where we preserve our most precious things," said the doctor. "Mr. Randall, you know that before this most remarkable discovery in Ostia, the oldest The fragments of the Gospel of John, which were in Greek around AD 150, were also found in ruins in Egypt and are now in the John Ryland Library in Manchester. Also, we have some New Testament Some of the papyri in the book were acquired by Chester Beatty, an American living in London; others were collected by Martin Bodmore, a Swiss banker, and those are all from the second century A.D. The relic—" He drew out his voice, turned his head and glanced at Randall with a smile. "However, for those that you won't be interested in, please forgive my pedantry." "Where is it, doctor, I'm here to study." Randall said. "Well--yes, you'll learn some, and some of the younger scholars will be more helpful to you. But let me say this, except for the Gospel of James found in Ostia--of course This is the most important kind, and the others are incomparable—I would like to arrange the Bibles that have appeared in the past nineteen centuries, according to their value, in the following order." Before entering the manuscript hall, he paused for a moment, bowing his head in thought, obviously thinking about how to evaluate the value of the manuscript Bibles that have appeared in history. "First," said the doctor, "are the 500 parchment and papyrus scrolls found in the Dead Sea area in 1947. Second, the Sinai Codex found in the Monastery of St. Catherine on Mount Sinai in 1859. This was in the fourth century The "New Testament" in Greek is now preserved in our hands, and you can see it later. The third is the Neg Hammadi scriptures unearthed in Upper Egypt in 1945, which includes thirteen volumes The papyrus was accidentally discovered by a farmer in a pottery jar while plowing. In this fourth century product, there are 114 references to Jesus, some of which are previously unheard of. Fourth , is Codex Vaticanus, a Greek Bible written around AD 350 and now in the Vatican Library, its origin is unknown, it was given to King Charles I by the bishop of Constantinople in 1628 one's gift." "I deplore my ignorance," Randall said, "because I can't even tell what a manuscript is." "That's a good question." Jeffries said, and the doctor spoke with great eloquence, some of which Randall had never heard before. So he interjected and asked, "Besides the above, are there any other discoveries?" "Yes, there is. It's just that they are all sporadic information. Of course, they are also valuable in some aspects, but after all, they are much worse than the above five. If I tell you all, it will not be of much help to you, let alone you I won't be interested either..." He paused, raised his hand to support the clip-in glasses, and then pointed forward. "We've arrived." Randall saw that they had passed the racks of display cases and were heading for the entrance of another room.There is a sign on a table at the door, which reads: Rare Book Collection to the research room Sinai Bible manuscripts British Magna Carta complete works of shakespeare At the door stood a policeman in a black cap, gray jacket, and black trousers, who saluted politely when he saw Dr. Jeffries.Just to the right of the three of them was a long metal display case with two blue curtains covering the glass. Dr. Jeffries went to the cabinet and raised a curtain, and said to himself, "The Alexandrian manuscript—well, it's none of our business, it's not very important." With two curtains, they immediately looked at the ancient scroll behind the glass panel with a smile on their face. "You see that's it. It's one of the three most important manuscripts in the history of the Bible. The Sinai Codex Bible." Both Randall and Naomi took a step forward, looking at the yellow-brown brown paper, with four paragraphs of Greek written neatly on each page. "You're looking at part of Luke's Gospel," Dr. Jeffries said, "and you can look at the explanation on the card in this corner." As Randall and Naomi bent down to read the explanation on the card, Dr. Jeffries continued: "The manuscript may have contained as many as 730 pages, but only 390 pages survived, of which 242 pages It's about the Old Testament, and 148 pages represent the entire New Testament. You see, this vellum is made of sheep skin and goat skin. It's all in block letters, and it was written by three people. Probably Written before A.D. 350." He paused to turn to Randall. "These manuscripts contained a twist when they were acquired. Have you ever heard of the name Konstantin Tischdorf?" Randall shook his head.He had never heard of the strange name before, but it piqued his curiosity. "To put it simply, the twists and turns of the story are as follows," Dr. Jeffries said with relish, "Tischdorf is a German biblical scholar who traveled all over the Middle East in an attempt to find ancient manuscripts. One of the In May 1844, he climbed to the St. Catherine's Monastery on Mount Sinai in Egypt. When he passed the corridor in the courtyard, he suddenly saw a large garbage basket full of what seemed to be broken manuscripts. Shidorfer came closer and saw that they were all ancient parchments. They had already burned two baskets of such manuscripts as garbage, and this one was about to suffer bad luck, so Tischdorfer persuaded the monks to give them to him. Check and check. And he cleared out 129 pages of this ancient "New Testament" written in Greek. At this time, the monks knew the importance of this kind of thing, so they only allowed him to take away 43 pages, and he took When these 43 pages were brought back to Europe, they were all given to King Sekoni.” "Aren't those part of the manuscript?" Randall asked curiously. "Wait a minute," said Dr. Jeffries, "nine years later, Tischdorfer returned to the monastery to find something else, but the monks would not cooperate. But Tischdorfer was not discouraged, he wanted to bide his time .After another 6 years, in January 1859, this indomitable German went to Mount Sinai again. This time he was careful not to look for manuscripts from the monks. However, the night before he was going to leave there Tischdorf found a servant to talk to him about the ancient Bible. The servant, in order to show his knowledge, boasted that he had studied the oldest Bible. After talking, he went back to his pile In the little house with the coffee mug, take down the old and complete volume of the New Testament from the shelf behind the door." Dr. Jeffries chuckled. "You can imagine Tischdorfer's excitement after seeing it. I believe it is comparable to Columbus's mood when he discovered the New World. After months of hard work, Tischdorfer persuaded the monks to give this volume of the Bible as a gift. To this church. Of course, in this respect, no one can match the Russian tsars. The Sinai Bible was kept in Russia until the revolution of 1917. Those fanatical communists Lenin and Stalin had nothing to do with the Bible. Interest. They tried to sell it to the US to raise funds, but it didn't go through. In 1933, the British government and the British Museum pulled together £100,000 and bought it, which is what you see now That. Quite a twist of the story, isn't it?" "Quite twisty enough," Randall agreed. "I've told a lot," said Dr. Jeffries, "so that you can appreciate the first and better story, which is the Gospel of James unearthed by Professor Monty in Ostia Antica. .This New Testament is nearly 300 years older than the Sinai Codex, and at least half a century older than any other classic, and it's what relatives have seen of Christ's activities for most of his life. Now, Randall Sir, perhaps you can appreciate the significance of this wonderful man's gospel to the world. I think we'd better go upstairs to Dr. Knight's office to discuss some practical matters you are about to work on. Please come with me .” Steve followed Jeffries, followed by Wheeler and Naomi, and the four of them climbed two steep flights of stairs to the door of a room.When Dr. Jeffries opened the door to let them in, he announced: "This is the Deputy Director's office that Dr. Knight has borrowed." It was a cluttered, work-and-stay scholar's cubicle, with shelves full of books from the lower level to the ceiling.As for reference books, newspapers, boxes, etc., they are piled on the table and the carpet.There seemed to be no room for a desk, a filing cabinet, a sofa, or a chair by the window. After a climb up the stairs and a bit of walking, the Doctor was sitting behind a desk panting as Wheeler and Naomi Dunn sat down on the couch.Randall pulled a chair closer to them and sat down. "Oh, maybe I should take you to the staff room and we can talk over tea too," said Dr. Jeffries. Wheeler held up his hand. "No, no. You're welcome, Doctor, it's fine here." "Excellent," said Dr. Jeffries. "I think our conversation will be kept a little secret. First, I should say that I don't know what to say to our young Dr. Knight. His Mysterious behaviour, and the inability to contact him both distress and embarrass me, and since I called you last night, I can't even find his fiancée, Miss Hughes. Well, yes, You seem to have asked me something downstairs, please forgive my absent-mindedness, did you ask me?" Wheeler stood up and sat down on a chair near him. "Yes, Professor. I neglected to ask you something last night. What is Dr. Knight's sudden illness? What is wrong with him?" Dr. Jeffries tugged at his beard nervously. "I don't even know what ails him, sir. Miss Hughes spoke very vaguely, and hardly gave me a chance to ask me any questions. She said that Dr. Knight had a sudden high fever and had to stay in bed. He The doctor said what he needed was a long rest." "Sounds like overwork and nervousness." He turned to look at Randall. "Steve, what's your judgment?" Randall thought that was unlikely, but said seriously: "It's hard to say, but if he was overworked and overworked, at least there were some signs in the past, that is, warning signs. Maybe Knight The Doctor can tell us." He looked at the Oxford professor. "Have you noticed any irrationality in Dr. Knight's behavior in recent months, or any eccentricities in his work?" "Neither," said Dr. Jeffries affirmatively. "Dr. Knight took care of and satisfactorily performed the tasks I assigned him. He was an expert in Greek, Persian, Arabic, Hebrew, and And other languages, as well as the Aramaic we are most concerned about. As far as a researcher is concerned, what he has done is perfect, which is exactly what I asked for. One thing you need to understand is that a learned young man like Knight man, he does not need to look at the original Aramaic text to translate word for word. Usually, he looks at the original on the one hand. On the other hand, he can read the translation as easily and naturally as if it were his daily speech. It's like reading a newspaper in the morning. In any case, Dr. Knight is on the five-member translation committee at Oxford University, and what he translates is exactly as required." "In other words, he hasn't made a mistake in the past year?" Randall said hotly. Professor Jeffries looked at Randall for a moment before answering.