RE: Jews and the old testament
October 18, 2014 at 5:20 am
(This post was last modified: October 18, 2014 at 5:23 am by Lemonvariable72.)
As an aside I find your username rather interesting. That phrase dates to the french revolution which was staunchly opposed by the upper clergy of the church. To the point where they locked the peasant representatives out of the estates general in 1789.
Wait wasn't the 9th century after the schism? Forgive me I don't recall now
iirc, in the earlier texts it appears in the margins, not the gospel itself.
(October 18, 2014 at 5:17 am)Aractus Wrote:(October 18, 2014 at 5:12 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: That story is probably the best in the bible, unfortunately it does not appear in transcripts previous to the 9th centuryOoh, that's true that the verse is an addition - however - he's Orthodox and doesn't believe in textual criticism. It's of the DEVIL!! The DEVIL I say!
Wait wasn't the 9th century after the schism? Forgive me I don't recall now
(October 18, 2014 at 5:17 am)Aractus Wrote:(October 18, 2014 at 5:12 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: That story is probably the best in the bible, unfortunately it does not appear in transcripts previous to the 9th centuryOoh, that's true that the passage is an addition - however - he's Orthodox and doesn't believe in textual criticism. It's of the DEVIL!! The DEVIL I say!
[nitpick] Also, it's in the 4th century Vulgate, and the 5th century Codex Bezae (Greek manuscript), and some other 3rd century text as well - so you don't have to wait all the way until the 9th century to find it!
iirc, in the earlier texts it appears in the margins, not the gospel itself.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
