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I returned home, exhausted after an arduous day of advising (OK, it was four students), and caught my cat Disraeli at work, cheerfully tearing a dust jacket to shreds.
Observe the dust jacket in question.
I am sure I will be able to appreciate the irony. Eventually.
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You really shouldn't have taught him to read.
Posted by: Nimble | March 31, 2010 at 10:35 AM
Maybe you should have named him after Gladstone.
Posted by: richard | March 31, 2010 at 07:53 PM
Two books to the left in your photo is a volume called "Disraeli's Reminiscences," which I also own. I like what he says on p. 104: "The History of the Jews is developement or it is nothing. If ever a history were a history of developement, it is that of the Jews."
I mention this because I wondered, two days ago, why you didn't include Disraeli in your list of Jewish novelists in 19C England.
Happy holiday.
Posted by: R Lapides | March 31, 2010 at 08:44 PM