He lived the last years of his life under self imposed house arrest. He never went through the gate. Not to the shop, nor to the newspaper stand, nor for an afternoon walk in the field at the bottom of the lane. I thought he was punishing himself, but I was wrong, he wasn't punishing himself, he was punishing the world. He never spoke to me or to Wald about the establishment of the state, for example. Or about our winning of the war.
Friday, April 19, 2019
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