Rembrandt The Holy Family with Angels

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Think logically, will you?" he said. "You're a phi­losopher, aren't you? Look at the crowd!"
Urn looked at the crowd.
"Well?"
"They don't like it,." -cloth on, out of respectability. You had to laugh. Otherwise you'd go mad.
"You know," he said, turning to Simony. "Now I know Vorbis is evil. He burned my city. Well, the Tsorteans do it sometimes, and we burn theirs. It's just war. It's all part of history. And he lies and cheats and claws power for himself, and lots of people do that, too. But do you know what's special? Do you know what it is?"
"Of course," said Simony. "It's what he's doing to-”
"It's what he's done to you."Simon turned. "Look, Brutha's going to die anyway. But this way it'll mean something. People don't understand, really under­stand, about the shape of the universe and all that stuff, but they'll remember what Vorbis did to a man. Right? We can make Brutha's death a symbol for peo­ple, don't you see?"Urn stared at the distant figure of Brutha. It was naked, except for a loin-cloth."A symbol?" he said. His throat was dry."It has to be."He remembered Didactylos saying the world was a funny place. And, he thought distantly, it really was. Here people were about to roast someone to death, but they'd left his loin