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lyptic visions that Gomer and the psalmist had known on this mound, he cried, I'm no longer Isidore Gottesmarm. C4 @no which now ctands burkd under die altat of die basilica. hich our best minds emigrate each year to Buenos Aires, Damascus, Chicago and other backward areas. For years I dutifully remembered and thought it was natural to spend one's life weeping over the dead past, uttering lamentations for things that happened so terribly long ago.

And at the end there had been the last fraternal glance. Then, a his own horse whinnied in agitation at the sight of so man people, he remembered the He had run to the long grave to honor the good Jew who had taught him so much and there he had reflected: Of every ten boys I played with as a child, nine are buried in that grave. l out the filth of the world and are content to lie in dark- ness and wallow in your own defecation.