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Of Course My Books Are Translated Into Many Languages. I Have Here, In My Home, Translations On My Shelf Of My Books Into Forty-five Different Languages. Almost None Of Them I Can Read. I Can Read Only The English Editions. But, I Know That A Translation Of A Work Of Literature Is Like Playing A Violin Concerto On The Piano. You Can Do This. You Can Do This Very Successfully On One Strict Condition: Never Try To Force The Piano To Produce The Sounds Of The Violin. This Will Be Grotesque. So, Different Musical Instruments Provide For Different Music.

Over 70 Years After Hitler, A German Chancellor, A Woman, Is The Leader Of The Free World. So Don't Talk To Me About Irrevocable.

Think About Elizabethan English, Where The Entire English Language Behaved Pretty Much Like Molten Lava, Like A Volcano In Mid-eruption. Modern Hebrew Has Some Things In Common With Elizabethan English. It Is Being Reshaped And It's Expanding Very Rapidly In Various Directions.

Recently With Is And Islamist Fanaticism, It Has Become Easy For The Israeli Government To Simply Push The Palestinian Struggle For Self-determination Into The Same Ranks As These Fundamentalist Movements.

Israel Is A Fulfilled Dream. Nothing That Exists Here Existed Here A Hundred Years Ago. "the State Of The Jews" Was Not A Title Of A Country. It Was A Title Of A Futuristic Novel. A Little More Than A Hundred Years Ago, "tel Aviv" Was Not A City. It Was A Title Of Another Novel Written By The Same Author. The "return To Zion" Was A Name Of Another Novel. There Was A Bookshelf. There Was No State. There Was No Nation. All You Can See, If You Look Through The Window - Everything You See Is A Fulfillment Of Dreams, Different Dreams.