MOSES exits into the tent, which welcomes him with an ominous rumble.
AARON (to ABIASAPH) I hate to be the one to break it to you, brother, but you’re in a serious fix.
ABIASAPH So help me out of it.
AARON Don’t imagine I wouldn’t if I could.
ABIASAPH Why? What do you care?
AARON Let’s just say I have my own issues with enforced idleness.
ABIASAPH Then throw in with me.
AARON If only I had the guts.
PHINEAS Am I mistaken, or did I just hear you encourage this scofflaw?
AARON Before you denounce your own grandfather, Phin, will you do me the favor of running some numbers?
PHINEAS What for?
AARON Humor me. How many men in this camp?
PHINEAS The last I heard, around six hundred thousand.
AARON Now multiply that by the average life span of three score and ten.
PHINEAS I was never much good at math.
ABIASAPH Unless my fingers mislead me, that works out to forty-two million years.
PHINEAS Is there a point to this?
AARON The point is that, if you divide forty-two million by seven, you’ll see that makes six million years we’re expected to sit around doing nothing. What couldn’t six hundred thousand men accomplish in six million years?
PHINEAS You’re forgetting one thing, aren’t you? After he finished his week’s work, he took the day off, too.
AARON It’s different with him. Subtract a seventh of all the time in the world, and you still have all the time in the world.