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348 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
I first set foot in this hospital in October 1965 – the eighteenth, if I’m not mistaken. They weren’t supposed to keep me in. The plan was for a certain Professor Kronfeld to see me privately and choose a set of pills to match my particular ‘profile’.
Lenin: “God Himself became human long ago, and expects humans to become angels – that’s absurd. Take, for example, that old chestnut about divine Providence: that the exile of the Jews from Palestine and their dispersion throughout the world was a blessing, for it enabled the true faith to spread. God thinks like a general or a politician: if I’ve lost a thousand men and my enemy two thousand, then everything is as it should be and I’m in the right. In other words, He has long accepted that good is mixed up with evil, long realized that evil is often the shortest and only path to the good. Such is the world we live in and neither He nor we, at least for now, can do anything about it.”
‘The windows of my room face the roof of a nine-storey building. For some time this roof has been a hive of activity. People are forever walking on it. Some are out on errands, others are just out for some air. My sympathies are entirely on the side of the former. People who are out on errands always walk straight. When they reach the edge of the roof, they jump. Their jumps have strength and force, they are well thought through, swift and business-like. On reaching the edge, those just out for some air turn back. Or they sit on folding chairs and look down.’