Song at the Sea (Exodus 15), Leningrad Codex

The turning wheel runs round and round.    It opens and closes the exit of my gate. Noisily it turns for ruin and destruction.    My head is split, my entrails spilled. It chases and it catches…

Dear friend Aaron Zeitlin, You write (in Globus, issue 4) that to fight against the truly leftist—or, as you express it, “against the few who scream ‘impure’ [tomeh] sincerely”—is perhaps futile…