ABSTRACT
It was New Year’s Day, and I was walking leisurely on the bank of the river, not far from the synagogue. Suddenly I lifted up my eyes, and lo ! and behold, there was Samael, the Satan, standing close by, with a large number of evil spirits grouped about him. As I had never before been afraid of Satan and his formidable-looking attendants, I approached him, and asked him boldly what particular business had brought him and his noisy retinue to that quiet and peaceful spot.
