Chapter 2
Dec 14, 2018
"If you only allow me two more days on earth, I will give you two hundred thousand dinars from my store."
But the Angel would not listen to him. And the Angel even refused to give the man a solitary extra day for all his three hundred thousand pieces.
The the miser said:
"Please, then, give me just time enough to write one little thing down."
This time the Angel allowed him this single concession, and the man wrote, with his own blood:
"Man, make use of your life. I could not buy one hour for three hundred thousand dinars. Make sure that you realize the value of your time."
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