Sublime

immédiatement, et avec une détermination sans

also read Jonathan Safran Foer’s Eating Animals, an open and hard-hitting answer to the author’s sincere question, If I really knew the realities of animal agriculture, could I still eat meat? At the book’s conclusion, Foer couldn’t. And now, no longer, could I.

Longs for his positive qualities to be universally recognized but never mentioned.

“And Yael?” “She’s fine. She’s in Auschwitz.”

If it flushed, he fucked it.

Without love, you die. With love, you also die. Not all deaths are equal.

“Listen to yourself, Jacob. You think it’s all a game, because you’re only a fan.”

“We’re mishpuchah,” Irv pleaded. “Yes. And if you can’t keep secrets from your family, who can you keep secrets from?”

Because of those texts? Destroy everything because of the arrangement of a few hundred letters? What did he think was going to happen?