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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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Hebrew

In solitary confinement it was forbidden to bathe, but when I got to my cell I washed my hands, face, and upper body well and lay down to sleep. This time I slept for about an hour and a half. At six…

Fatherland

The Jews held cattle dealers in contempt. They considered them illiterate louts in no way different from peasants. My grandfather never let a cattle dealer into his house. Into the barn yes, but never…

Dawns

I am only this song that you place on my lips. I am yours: yours my arms, yours my legs, Yours my hands, yours my belly, my loins, Yours my breasts, yours my teeth, yours my lips, Yours my tongue…

The Besaïd Family

When the bus disappeared, taking away their child, the Bensaïds remained on the empty sidewalk, their souls as barren as if their daughter had been carried off by death. With a…

Misery in Aries

Do you know what sign I am? Aries. What’s that? And? So, what do you think? No big deal? And do you know what my conflict is? The drama? Yes, the drama of my life. Misery. What do you say? Now, just…

Understanding Genesis

The connection between Creation and the Flood is a very real one in biblical theology, especially in the biblical interpretation of human history. Reference has already been made to…

Making It

Now whatever else may be involved in a nondeliberate change of accent, one thing is clear: it bespeaks a very high degree of detachment from the ethos of one’s immediate surroundings. It is…

The Adventures of Augie March

I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted…

I Am in Babylon Dying

The bell pursues me. It is time to die. It is the hour when no man works. I feel My time fill up with leaves like a dry well With many autumns over it, leaves that I Leave to sigh in the ears of my…