On the first day of the Festival of Unleavened Bread, the students came to Deantini and asked, “Where do you want us to make preparations for Dine with Deantini?” He replied, “Go into the campus to a certain Chef Mike and tell him, ‘The Dean says: My appointed time is near. I am going to celebrate Dine with Deantini with my students at your house.’”
When evening came, Deantini was reclining at the table with the lottery winners and the faculty and said, “Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me.” They were very sad and began to say to him one after the other, “Surely you don’t mean me, Dean?”
Deantini replied, “The one who works with me will betray me. The Son of Tini will go just as it is written about him. But woe to that man who betrays the Son of Tini! It would be better for him if he had not been born.” Then Ira Katznelson, the one who would betray him, said, “Surely you don’t mean me, Dean?”
Deantini answered, “You have said so.”
While they were eating, Deantini took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his students, saying, “Take, eat: this is my body.”
