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But My Gloom Did Not Lessen. I Knew That I'd Had A Bad Dream, And I Stood In The Dark Trying To Recollect It. The Second I Closed My Eyes, I Was With The Dead. They Did Things Words Cannot Express. They Spoke Madness. ("hanka")

No Doubt The World Is Entirely An Imaginary World, But It Is Only Once Removed From The True World.

To Me The Yiddish Language And The Conduct Of Those Who Spoke It Are Identical.

I Don't Invent Characters Because The Almightly Has Already Invented Millions... Just Like Experts At Fingerprints Do Not Create Fingerprints But Learn How To Read Them.

The Truth Is That What The Great Religions Preached, The Yiddish-speaking People Of The Ghettos Practiced Day In And Day Out. They Were The People Of The Book In The Truest Sense Of The Word. They Knew Of No Greater Joy Than The Study Of Man And Human Relations, Which They Called Torah, Talmud, Mussar, Cabala.