“Psychology. Master of the Universe, psychology. And Darwin.” They came out as a soft, whispered moan. He took the hand away from his face and let it drop to the Talmud. “What can I do?” he asked himself softly. “I can no longer speak to my own son. The Master of the Universe gave me a brilliant son, a phenomenon. And I cannot speak to him.” He looked at me and seemed suddenly aware again of my presence. “The pain of raising children,” he said quietly. “So many troubles. So many troubles. Reuven, you and your father will be a good influence on my son, yes?” I nodded slowly, afraid now to
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