A distraction, a diversion. The stomach and conscience belonging to people. (If you put it backwards, a laughing matter). “All nonsense!” Make the dog bite its fleas, revere the oyster shell, and fly chicken skewers in the air. Can you see the tzaraath? What this tongue thinks is good is (all) carcass! Fish carcass, bird, cow, pig carcass. What has distance from the crime (and the soul is distant), and what is close to the earth, is what tastes good. Spinach and milk. There are no highs and lows when it comes to knowledge and gluttony. (What gets spilled over is wine!) “Just what is it that you want to say?” A river that flows backwards, an ocean that burns up. Owls and their Latin, like learning synecdoche from a parrot. And so you don’t lend your ear to another person’s tongue. Eat spinach and drink milk! Milk helps to digest a great number of oysters. And so (away from the ocean) there is a shell mound in the field.