There’s something unquestionably evocative about the idea of treasure hunters — perhaps scruffy Indiana Jones types, breath still tainted by whiskey — carrying torches into an ancient tomb and discovering inscribed wisdom that is itself eternal. Our hero lifts a stone tablet from its dusty resting place and gently brushes it clean. There, in ancient Assyrian (his second language, happily), is a moral lesson as true now as it was then.
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