Harry Rogoff, Nine Yiddish Writers (1916)
“ Speaking from a purely layman's standpoint, Rosenfeld should be thoroughly content with the conquest he has made, with the terrority that is universally conceded to him beyond dispute. To rise out of an obscure sweatshop, out of suffering and disappointment and misery, and to attain those glorious heights of literary fame, is indeed a happiness that befalls only the few chosen by the Gods. But Rosenfeld is not happy. His soul craves for tribute, for incessant worship, for constant reward, and this society refuses to grant him. ”
