Greek koine We live in the age of the lesser. * The great languages, once resilient to glory and death slowly lose their radiance -I ponder- glancing at the warm vapor of streaming sunlight that climbs the window sill unhurried * On the eighth day of Tevet (that January shimmered with lights) the Torah -all five of its books- on the background cadence of voiceless and half-voiced consonants that so often embarrassed even the Seventy were translated into Greek. That type of common barbarous Greek the syllables abrupt no prosody no breathings that carved into the page like the feet of a cicada. * On the eighth day of Tevet (when days were not yet fully d...