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24 December. Sunday. [ . . . ]
This morning my nephew’s circumcision. A short, bow-legged man, Austerlitz, who already has 2,800 circumcisions behind him, deftly executed the affair. The oper is…
I am a stranger.
Since no one dares approach me
I would be girded with towers
That wear their steep and stone-gray caps
Aloft in clouds.
The brazen key you will not find
That locks the musty…
In the first place, it behoves us to fight the opinion that the regeneration of the service can be achieved only by a complete break with the past, by abolishing all traditional and inherited…