Dear Harriet Walter,
A Herodian, a Pharisee, and one of the Am ha-Aretz walk into a bar and find a wealthy, politically influential Jewish denier of the resurrection who thinks that only the Pentateuch is divinely authoritative crying into his drink.
"Why are you crying?" asks the Am ha-Aretz man, because the other two don't care about the unpopular and doctrinally questionable elite members of Jewish society (even if those elites do control the temple and the priesthood and make up a significant part of the Sanhedrin).
"I'm so sad, you see," says the crying man.
O my lands it's not even midterms yet and I'm already grossly sleep-deprived can you tell.
Happy belated birthday.