Because the king decrees that every Jew must buy his wedding-right in
unsold porcelain from the royal chinaworks,here he stands, an amorous
Jew, gazing at luminous suns and moons arrayed on doths of velvet-blue,earth
that has married fire twice, that has been shaped and named for what it
comprehends: sherbets, salads,gravies, desserts. He lifts a platter fine as
alabaster in cathedral windows: salvation, the passage of light through
bone.
Ah, but not for you, the store-man says.
Closeted, in shipping crates are pieces no one else will buy baboon fops in
feathered caps, chimpanzees in petticoats.
Visitors will later testify, his home was comfortable, despite the china
apes peering from every corner.