As a Jew, Ben was never more than sporadically observant,
and in the course of our marriage my view, as
a gentile observer, of the annual transit of Jewish holidays
across their queer lunar calendar, with all their Byzantine statutes
and elusive significance, had come to resemble my view, as
a baseball fan, of the great test matches of cricket.
But I had always had a soft spot for Passover.
I got a strong feeling of satisfaction from sitting down
to eat a mad meal of parsley, bones, hard-boiled eggs,
crackers, and salt water with a bunch of Persian Jews.
Paraphrases from the novel Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon.