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every sight lost to a guy who lived with his eyes was lost for all time.
But in looking he was forcing her out of reach, making her into a thing only of his seeing,
Who was he making into a wife out of snowy moonlight?
He did not say love but love was in him. When the insight came to her, at almost the minute he was handing her the package, she had reacted
“But all those things are the Law, aren’t they? And don’t the Law say you can’t eat any pig, but I have seen you taste ham.” “This is not important to me if I taste pig or if I don’t. To some Jews is this important but not to me. Nobody will tell me that I am not Jewish because I put in my mouth once in a while, when my tongue is dry, a piece ham. But they will tell me, and I will believe them, if I forget the Law. This means to do what is right, to be honest, to be good. This means to other people. Our life is hard enough. Why should we hurt somebody else? For everybody should be the best,
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“I think other religions have those ideas too,” Frank said. “But tell me why it is that the Jews suffer so damn much, Morris? It seems to me that they like to suffer, don’t they?” “Do you like to suffer? They suffer because they are Jews.” “That’s what I mean, they suffer more than they have to.” “If you live, you” suffer. Some people suffer more, but not because they want. But I think if a Jew don’t suffer for the Law, he will suffer for nothing.” “What do you suffer for, Morris?” Frank said. “I suffer for you,” Morris said calmly. Frank laid his knife down on the table. His mouth ached.
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The best thing was not to look for trouble but stay where he was.
That they were meeting among books relieved her doubt, as if she believed, what possible wrong can I do among books, what possible harm can come to me here?
He resented him as a crass and stupid person who had fallen through luck into flowing prosperity. His every good fortune spattered others with misfortune, as if there was just so much luck in the world and what Karp left over wasn’t fit to eat.
He remembered the green fields. Where a boy runs he never forgets.
He heard heavy silence below. What else can you hear from a graveyard whose noiseless tombstones hold down the sick earth? The smell of death seeped up through the cracks in the floor.
Who could stay in such a place but a goy whose heart was stone?
The fate of his store floated like a black-feathered bird dimly in his mind; but as soon as he began to feel stronger, the thing...
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