Speak no evil

In the crepuscular halcyon sunset, bells tolled urging the desultory audience to attend the sermon of the new pastor. Despite their cynical sentiments, they dared not absent themselves. The look of visceral satisfaction on the pastor’s face was unmistakable. Outside light became penumbra, Still, men and women trudged towards the chapel as the dirge-like bells faded into silence. His audience was silent too. He spoke in a sonorous voice, in an opulent resonant poetic vein, an exuberant style which was to be his familiar characteristic: Unbridled jealousy is a sin, he intoned, so speak no evil, my friends. The interpretation of the listeners is FICTION. Still the advice is correct.