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Literature Belongs First And Foremost To The Language In Which It Is Being Written. The Very Same Book, Even If It Is Translated Very Accurately, Let's Say From Hebrew Into English Or From English Into Hebrew, Becomes A Different Book Because Language Is A Musical Instrument.

Over 70 Years After Hitler, A German Chancellor, A Woman, Is The Leader Of The Free World. So Don't Talk To Me About Irrevocable.

But For 30 Years, Orthodox Leaders Have Tipped The Balance Between Hawks And Doves, And Have Been In A Position To Determine Who Forms A Coalition And Who Runs The Country.

When I Was Little, My Ambition Was To Grow Up To Be A Book. Not A Writer. People Can Be Killed Like Ants. Writers Are Not Hard To Kill Either. But Not Books: However Systematically You Try To Destroy Them, There Is Always A Chance That A Copy Will Survive And Continue To Enjoy A Shelf-life In Some Corner On An Out-of-the-way Library Somehwere In Reykjavik, Valladolid Or Vancouver.

Literature Exists Inside The Language. It's Made Of Words. It's Not Made Of Ideas And It's Not Made Of Concepts, Of Psychological Analysis. It's Made Of Words. In The Same Way In Which Music Is Made Of Notes And A Painting Is Made Of Lines Of Colors, The Matter Of Literature Are Words.