If We Don't Stop Somewhere, If We

What Is Likely To Happen? Either An Escalation Of Violence Or An Entire Change In The Whole Middle East Theater. It May Well Happen, And I Say This To My Palestinian Friends, That The Palestinians Have In A Certain Way Missed Their Hour. They Had Their Moment When The World's Public Opinion Was Behind Them, And A Considerable Part Of The Israeli Public Was Willing To Compromise With Them.

Compromise Is Not Popular. It's Not At All Popular Among Young People Who These Days Call Themselves "activists." They Think Compromises Are Dishonest, Opportunistic, Humiliating. Not In My Vocabulary.

The Reconciliation Is Not Based On The Fact That One Of The Characters Opens His Eyes And Says, "o Brother! O Sister! How Terrible I Was! How Right And Wonderful You Were! Please Forgive Me! Let's Hug And Love Each Other From Now Until The Rest Of Eternity!" This Is Not The Kind Of Reconciliation I Write About; I Write About Sad, Sober, Sometimes Heart-breaking Compromises.

Israel Is A Fulfilled Dream. Nothing That Exists Here Existed Here A Hundred Years Ago. "the State Of The Jews" Was Not A Title Of A Country. It Was A Title Of A Futuristic Novel. A Little More Than A Hundred Years Ago, "tel Aviv" Was Not A City. It Was A Title Of Another Novel Written By The Same Author. The "return To Zion" Was A Name Of Another Novel. There Was A Bookshelf. There Was No State. There Was No Nation. All You Can See, If You Look Through The Window - Everything You See Is A Fulfillment Of Dreams, Different Dreams.

You Know, Gynecology Has A Role; Sex Is A Gift. And Literature Is Not About Sending Messages.