The congregation is in a tumult, as though busy with something else. Suddenly from under a talis a hand holding a shofar stretches out and remains suspended in the air. They are all very still. The shofar gives another blast. The sound is chopped off, as though the horn were out of breath.
People exchange glances.
The shofar trumpets hoarsely. A murmur ripples through the shul. He lacks strength. Perhaps another man should be called up. And then suddenly, as though the trumpet blower had pushed out the evil spirit that was clogging the shofar, there comes a pure, long sound.