a point in itself.
It was externally apparent that these
were not
water-loving people, and unfortunately one could
frequently tell
that even with eyes closed. Later the smell
of these caftan
wearers often made me ill. Added to this
were their dirty
clothes and their none too heroic appear-
ance.
Perhaps all this was not very attractive; aside from
the
physical
uncleanliness, it was repelling suddenly to discover
the moral
blemishes of the chosen people.
Nothing gave me
more cause for reflection than the
gradually
increased insight into the activities of Jews in
certain fields.
Was there any form
of filth or profligacy, above all in
cultural life, in
which at least one Jew did not partici-
pate?
When carefully
cutting open such a growth, one could
tind a little Jew,
blinded by the sudden light, like a maggot
in a rotting
corpse.
The Jews' activity
in the press, in art, literature, and the
theater, as I learned to know it, did not add to their
credit. [...]
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