It’s nice to have an agent with a sense of humor. After some months of doing what agents do for a project, he writes:
Rollout almost complete! Light candles. Perform sacrificial rituals.
Who knew that slaughtering a chicken, say, was part of the business?
Better make it an ox, he adds, mindful of the capricious nature of the world.
Salt sprinkled in the four corners of the room is as far as I will go.
It’s an age-old story, always the same question: how can we impose our will, make a desire come to pass? Know any rituals that would protect a baby sent down the river in a bulrush basket?
You’d think after contemplating this question for thousands of years, a person could do better for insurance than to reach for the salt cellar. It’s kosher and all, but still.