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Sample Sources

The sources below are those contained in our three curated collections—covering themes of Passover, Gender Roles, and Holocaust Resistance. They represent a fraction of the thousands of sources that will be available when the full site launches in 2024.
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The Plea

O living and terrible God, replace my prison, this round pit, by a full moon and a goblet. Pray, turn the darkness of my hell into a shining light, and this dwelling-place of dusk into an orchard, a…

All Those Who Love You

I left his house Of my own volition. In order to build him a house Of my own volition. But it seems my father Remained solitary And neglected Not of his own volition. I was moving towards my…

Gaudeamus

[…] In my confusion I didn’t know how to answer my detractors, those who brand me a poseur because I pronounce the c in the Castilian manner or I say fellow instead of guy (I love) miscegenations (pe…

New Sheets

I won’t be around forever, Mother said. One day I’m going to die, so I might as well nag you a little bit more, while I have the chance. And when I’m dead you’ll have to rely on someone else to tell…

Acher

  It was like this in the garden:   Ben Azzai looked and died,   Ben Zoma looked and went mad;   Akiba and I went forth in peace, but they said I cut down the young plants.   I said that one is two…

The Sisters Rosensweig

Merv:Sara, can I have my shirt? I’ve got a lunch date with the rabbi of Dublin.Sara:Mervyn, you came all the way to Queen Anne’s Gate. Please sit a minute.Tess:Sit down, Merv. I’ll get your shirt. Win…

Evening in Basel

You won’t find the restaurant in the guidebooks, which is a pity. The owner—he was tall and wearing a sport jacket—greeted us at the door. Our table was waiting in the corner. “And the food is quite…
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Your Land, Your Country

What, actually, am I doing here? I owe myself, and perhaps others, an answer to this question. What, actually, am I doing here? Why do I go on a clear morning to Levinsky, why in zigzags, stopping…