Old Rabbi Moiskovitch was due to retire. His wife, to get together a truly memorable gift for his retirement, went to the local leather worker
with a jar containing every foreskin the Rabbi had ever removed. The leatherworker said he’d think of something.

The following week she went back to him to see how the work was coming along. He reached under the counter and pulled out the most wonderful wallet
tanned and inscribed with Talmudic texts and pictures. Mrs Moiskovitch was greatly impressed, then on reflection said, “It’s really good, but is this all I get for
a half century’s circumcisions? It’s really quite small.”

“Small?” he replied. “Give it a rub and you’ve got yourself a suitcase.”

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Calm, quiet, smooth, devastating