Is that his father, whom he defended so vociferously and so hazardously and so stringently, didn’t bother to attend a single moment of the proceedings. If my child were on trial, nothing could keep me away. How about you? But Raphael’s father stayed home and worked.
A Sumerian proverb may fit-
cah2-gin7 cu ab-/kar\-kar-re!
i-gi4-in-/zu\ ni2-te-a-ni lugal-a-ni-ce3!-/am3\-e-ce
He snatches things like a pig, as if for himself,
but also for his owner.
I’m no psychiatrist but it sure looks like Raphael’s tale is the tragic story, too often repeated, of a son who loves his father and just, for all his faults, wants his approval. His interest. His notice. I suddenly feel strangely sorry for Raphael Golb. I have the feeling he never would have done it if his dad had shown any interest in him…