The Integrity of Words

I was raised on words. They tumbled off the kitchen table onto the floor where I sat: grandfather, uncles, and refugees flung Russian, Polish, Yiddish, French, and what passed for English at one another in a competitive cascade of assertion and interrogation.


A remarkable reverie on the management of words by Tony Judt



 •  0 comments  •  flag
Share on Twitter
Published on June 17, 2010 06:59
No comments have been added yet.