Brief comic play of the Rabinical court in Amsterdam discussing what is to be done about Spinoza, trying to understand Spinoza's philosophy, which they of course find incomprehensible, and therefore think a threat. Where there is the worst agonies somewhere in the Jewish world there is inevitably a golden age somewhere else that, thanks to paranoia acquired through millenia of trauma, Jews screw up.
Ends with Spinoza in his study, perceiving yet again the souls of dead Jewish martyrs from Spain and Portugal, which he has seen his whole life, and mistakens as natural neurological emanations.
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