And says he:

Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

And the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.

He had no father, says Martin. That’ll do now. Drive ahead.

Whose God? says the citizen.

Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew like me.

Gob, the citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

By Jesus, says he, I’ll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name.

By Jesus, I’ll crucify him so I will. Give us that biscuitbox here.

Stop! Stop! says Joe.