For A Devotee Or Lover, The Being,

For Some Years I Deserted Religion In Favour Of Marxism. The Republic Of Goodness Seemed More Attainable Than The Kingdom Of God.

Old Friends Die On You, And They're Irreplaceable. You Become Dependent.

To Change, To Convert? Why Bother?

I Didn't Want To Be On The Losing Side. I Was Fed Up With Jewish Weakness, Timidity And Fear. I Didn't Want Any More Jewish Sentimentality And Jewish Suffering. I Was Sickened By Our Sad Songs.

I Have Ended As A Reform Rabbi, Grateful To Christianity For So Many Good Things.