Israel Zangwill

Israel Zangwill

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Portrait of Israel Zangwill Israel Zangwill Ghetto Comedies — Holy Wedlock (1907)

Yossel shook his head. 'And after I had the fare, how should I live? Here I make a few Gulden by writing letters for people to their relatives in America; in Prague everybody is very learned; they don't need a scribe. Besides, if I cannot die in Palestine I might as well die where I was born.'
'But why can't you die in Palestine?' cried the artist with a new burst of hope. 'You shall die in Palestine, I promise you.'
The gleam in Yossel's face became a great flame of joy. 'I shall die in Palestine?' he asked ecstatically.
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Portrait of Israel Zangwill Israel Zangwill Ghetto Comedies — Holy Wedlock (1907)

Yossel took a pinch, but his eyes seemed roving in amaze, less over the stranger than over the bespread table, as though he might unaccountably have overlooked some sacred festival. That two are company and three none seemed at this point a proverb to be heeded, and without waiting to renew the hero's acquaintance, the artist escaped from the idyllic cottage. Let the lover profit by the pastry for which he himself was too old.
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Portrait of Israel Zangwill Israel Zangwill Ghetto Comedies — Holy Wedlock (1907)

The grandmother's eyes met his unflinchingly; they had drawn fire from Yossel's. 'And why should I not go to Palestine too?' she said.
'But you are so old!'
'The more reason I should make haste if I am to be luckier than Moses our Master.' She readjusted her spectacles firmly.
'But the journey is so hard.'
'Yossel has wisdom; he will find the way while alive as easily as others will roll thither after death.'
'You'll be dead before you get there,' said the artist brutally.
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