QUOTE : Tebah?” said Noah. Methuselah, Tubal-cain and Jubal ran to them from the village, shouting greetings. They exchanged long overdue embraces, grabbing each other’s wrists. Noah could not keep his eyes off of the structure. “You are building the box?” he asked. “Your sons and tribe are,” said Methuselah, “in your name.” Methuselah pulled out a piece of leather with scratchings all over it. He handed it ceremoniously to Noah. “You gave me the directions before your little vacation in Sheol all those years ago. Must this old man shame your dullness of memory?