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In S. Y. Agnon’s comprehensive literary project, we must also see A Guest for the Night as an epic expansion on one central subject, whose tones burst out and rise from most of…
A friend hinted to me that participating in such a discussion would be a tactical error, akin to walking into a minefield. Perhaps. I don’t believe in…
Moshe:How? There’s no inner sanctum in my life, my life is secular, absolutely secular, from beginning to end. And what’s not in my psyche, I’ll not let you erect between us. Neither you nor anyone…
Even after the mourning period was over, when the flat was finally empty and my father and I locked the door and were alone together, we hardly talked to one another. Except about the most essential…
Most important is to listen to the soul bird, because sometimes it calls us and we don’t hear it.
This is a shame – it wants to tell us about ourselves.
It wants to tell us about the feelings that…
The parting was not long in coming. My father died two months before I turned six.
To this day, I go to him at difficult times. Mostly to complain that he abandoned me. The handful of memories that he…