A man walks into a bar and orders five shots. The bartender gives him a strange look, but lines them up. The man downs all five quickly.“Four shots!” he calls.
The bartender serves four. Down they go.
“Three shots!”
Then two.
Finally, swaying on his stool, he asks for one last shot. The bartender pours it. The man stares at it and says:
“You know, it’s a funny thing, the less I drink, the drunker I get.”
The same can be said about exile. The fewer Jews remained after every persecution, the stronger and more indestructible the Jewish people seemed to become.
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