You and the Arabs may play the game out between you for all of me.

But I can promise you there'll be no pogrom.
It is my business to know just what precautions have been taken." "Words! Major Grim.

Words!" sneered Eisernstein, getting up to go.

"What do words amount to, when presently throats are to be cut?
If your throat were in danger, I venture to say there would be something doing, instead of mere talk about precautions! I hope you will enjoy your little cigarette," he added bitterly.
"Good morning!" "Talk of fiddling while Rome burns!" Grim laughed as soon as the Zionist had left the room.

"Has it ever occurred to you that Nero was possibly smothering his feelings?
I wonder how long there'd be one Zionist left out here, if we simply stood aside and looked on.