I Write In Words. And My Words

The Revival Of Hebrew, As A Spoken Language, Is A Fascinating Story, Which I'm Afraid I Cannot Squeeze Into A Few Sentences. But, Let Me Give You A Clue. Think About Elizabethan English, Where The Entire English Language Behaved Pretty Much Like Molten Lava, Like A Volcano In Mid-eruption. Modern Hebrew Has Some Things In Common With Elizabethan English. It Is Being Reshaped And It's Expanding Very Rapidly In Various Directions. This Is Not To Say That Every One Of Us Israeli Writers Is A William Shakespeare, But There Is A Certain Similarity To Elizabethan English.

Of Course, We Carry Inside Of Ourselves Our Parents. Even When They Are Dead, We Carry Them Inside Ourselves. And They Are Carrying Inside Themselves Their Dead Parents And So On And So Forth. There Is A Legacy Of Language And Culture And Religion.

Every Decent Man Had To Be Against Fascism, Period.

In Some Of The Israeli Media, But Not All, They Read About Very Nasty Things Done By Israeli Settlers And Soldiers To Palestinian Arabs. This Is A Pain In The Neck For Many Israelis. They Say: Leave Us Alone, What Can We Do About It? Or They Say: Look At Syria, Look At Iraq, The West Bank Is Paradise By Comparison. I Was One Of The First To Say, Shortly After The Six-day War, That Occupation Is Corrupting. It Corrupts The Occupier And, In A Different Way, It Corrupts The Occupied.

She Had Not Wanted Him To But Had Let Him Have His Way Because Ever Since She Was A Child She Had Generally Yielded Before Anyone With Strong Willpower, Especially If It Was A Man, Not Because She Was Naturally Submissive, But Because Strong Male Willpower Gave Her A Feeling Of Safety And Trust, Together With Acceptance And A Desire To Give In.