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  • Writer's pictureCorbin Allardice
    • Sep 19, 2020
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September 15, 1911

Long since I touched my diary--[I had] no thoughts. Why? Are there external causes? Why do I let myself be shaped from without?


I need to shape myself from within. Today I encountered a world of people. Chatted and listened. Everything is strange. Everything deranged.*

And me?


By Moyshe Varshe

Translated by Corbin Allardice


*- Literally, “everything is mad/crazy.” But the Yiddish rhymes meshune [strange] with meshuge [mad].


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