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A Question

Auhtor: Georg Ebers

Language: english

Genres:

fiction and literature,  short story collection
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Review by Chandler, August 2006


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Question':

Juif polonais Abraham L?on fut dabord sioniste de gauche militant de lHachomer Hatza?r puis devient trotskyste au d?but de la IIe guerre mondiale un des cadres de la IVe internationale. Il ?crit le pr?sent document en 1942 est arr?t? en 1944 et meurt ? Auschwitz. Ce texte historique tr?s int?ressant propose un point de vue marxiste sur la question juive bien s?r diff?rent de celui du sionisme.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Question':


... then clapped her hands loudly, exclaiming:. To work, wenches. You, Chloris, prepare the morning meal and you, Dorippe, see if the master wants ...
... is welcome to our house.. I didn't come here to eat, replied the old man I've had my breakfast. There's something on my mind I would like ...
... if you had beaten me yourself with a stick, you would say a dry branch of a fig or olive tree had accidentally fallen on my back. I know you well enough, ...
... that she may join the hearts of Xanthe and Phaon. I'll stick to my spit.. Then you'll be in the right place, cried Jason, but you're not yet turning ...
... the spring now. This spring gushed from the highest rock on her father's estate. She often went there, especially when her heart was stirred, and it ...
... of stone. The purity of the water was sadly dimmed, and the billows dashed foaming toward the sky, threatening in their violent assault to shatter the ...
... the gift of love, and, of the three men who lived in the house on Xanthe's right-hand, only one could lay claim to such a gift, and he had an unusually ...
... shells her big brother had found, cleaned, and fastened around her little brown arm with a string. The boy persisted in his demand, stretching out ...
... piercing eyes like a balcony. The feathered actors lived in a two-wheeled cart, drawn from village to village, and city to city, by a tiny, gayly-decked ...
... Only I miss Phaon. You say the couch in my brother's house has grown too hard for him, and he has found softer pillows in Syracuse. With us the day ...
... grew more mirthful higher and higher sprang the bounding feet. The ribbons fluttered as if a storm had seized them many a gay garment waved ...
... exclaimed in a fearless, resolute tone:. Silence, Semestre. your scolding is hurting my father.. These words increased the house-keeper's wrath ...
... it, replied the girl. Yes, it does squeal, said the old woman. Wait, I'll look for a suitable basket.. The house-keeper went out, and, when ...
... knife, saying:. It is seemly to decorate the door of a welcome guest with flowers. The bushes are full of roses now, so go and cut as many as will ...
... out, and you will find father alone.. Then I'll go to him.. Did you say you were from Messina.. That is my home.. Do you know my uncle ...
... that the moon and stars remain. As Phaon wept so violently, Xanthe's tears began to flow more slowly, and she gazed at him a long time with ardent sympathy, ...
... her cheeks glowed, a painful anxiety overpowered her, and certainly not to rouse Phaon, but merely to hear some noise, she coughed twice, not without ...
... though she still uttered no word of reply. I have a question to ask you, Xanthe. continued Phaon. You. interrupted the girl, with visible astonishment. I, ...
... my brother Alciphron say-and you, Leonax.. I. asked the young man, smiling. I came here like a dutiful son, but I confess I rejoice over what ...
... on which the young people's fate was decided, was called by the grandchildren of the wedded pair, who lived to old age in love and harmony, the bench ...