It was a bright Sunday morning, and the beach was thronged with sun-roasters, surf-coasters, bikini-oglers and juvenile sand-throwers. Suddenly a wild-looking man garbed like an Old Testament prophet loped across the sand and hurled himself into the waves. Loungers looked up, transistor-radio earplugs popped out of ears. Again and again the man plunged into the sea, and a crowd began to gather. Before people knew what had happened, they were listening to the dripping prophet tell the story of Naaman the leper, who threw himself seven times into the River Jordan and was...
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