Quotation

Sephora: "Which of my sisters did you choose?" Moses: "I made no choice, Sephora." Sephora: "She was very beautiful, wasn't she... this woman of Egypt, who left her scar upon your heart... Her skin was white, as curd? Her eyes, green as the cedars of Lebanon... Her lips, tamarisk honey... Like the breast of a dove, her arms were soft... And the wine of desire was in her veins..." Moses: "Yes... She was beautiful... As a jewel." Sephora: "A jewel has brilliant fire... but it gives no warmth." (cont'd)