Searching for the Shalshelet |
Finals are officially over, which means I have the headspace to think about something other than chemistry. I am delighted.
This is what I’m thinking about: the boy across the table who is really more of a man, but he’s so endearingly young-looking that I find it difficult to call him a man. He speaks with the authority of someone who knows – someone who knows of important things like tradition and responsibility and god. Maybe it is the way he matches his Hebrew accent to the rabbi’s........