No, no, don't defend him, Reb Shemuel, because you're under him.

He ought to be under you--only he expresses his ignorance in English and the fools think to talk nonsense in good English is to be qualified for the Rabbinate." The remark touched the Rabbi in a tender place.

It was the one worry of his life, the consciousness that persons in high quarters disapproved of him as a force impeding the Anglicization of the Ghetto.

He knew his shortcomings, but could never quite comprehend the importance of becoming English.

He had a latent feeling that Judaism had flourished before England was invented, and so the poet's remark was secretly pleasing to him.
"You know very well," went on Pinchas, "that I and you are the only two persons in London who can write correct Holy Language." "No, no." said the Rabbi, deprecatingly.
"Yes, yes," said Pinchas, emphatically.