“Here alone is purity,” they say, denying that there is purification in other teachings. Speaking of the beauty <j>in that which they depend on, each one is dogmatic about <j>their own idiosyncratic interpretation.

Desiring debate, they plunge into an assembly, where each takes the other as a fool. Relying on others they state their contention, desiring praise while claiming to be skilled.

Addicted to debating in the midst of the assembly, their need for praise makes them nervous. But when they’re repudiated they get embarrassed; upset at criticism, they find fault in others.

If their doctrine is said to be weak, and judges declare it repudiated, the loser weeps and wails, moaning, “They beat me.”