When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street.

Jews are accused of ruining. Not a vestige of truth in it. (…) The priest spells poverty (…) It’s in the dogma. Because if they didn’t believe they’d go straight to heaven when they die they’d try to live better, at least so I think. (…) I want to see everyone, all creeds and classes having a comfortable tidysized income. I call that patriotism.” (526)

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