There's something in the air that prevents it.

In my town there was a Rabbi who could do _Cabbulah_; he could call Abraham our father from the grave.

But in this pig-eating country no one can be holy enough for the Name, blessed be It, to grant him the privilege.

I don't believe the _Shochetim_ kill the animals properly; the statutes are violated; even pious people eat _tripha_ cheese and butter.

I don't say thou dost, Meshe, but thou lettest thy children." "Well, your own butter is not _kosher_," said Moses, nettled.
"My butter?
What does it matter about my butter?
I never set up for a purist.