Moshe Goldberg, the acclaimed Yiddish actor is giving his grand soliloquy, a very famous piece. Just before the end, he turns white, clasps his heart with both hands, and falls to the floor. A shocked audience watches as the curtains close. Two minutes later a man comes out and announces: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am very sad to announce that the great Yiddish actor, Moshe Goldberg is dead." A little old lady, seated in the balcony stands up and cries "Give him an enema." The man repeats again, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the great Yiddish actor, Moshe Goldberg is dead." The little old lady stands up again and cries: "Give him an enema." The man now exasperated retorts: Madam, you don't understand; Moshe Goldberg is dead; an enema wouldn't help." The old lady stands up one more and says: "It wouldn't hurt either."
Jerome a Paris:
if the spiritual thing exists only in your head then you'll have spent your all life (and wasted everything you have) in the pursuit of something that does not exist.
That reminds me of another Yiddish story, but its real long. The penultimate punch line is "Life is a fountain." If nobody here knows it, and I get some requests, maybe I'll write it up later. Hey, Grandma Moses started late!
Now I read this tale and it tells me a different thing that the one you explained in the previous comments.. but the first time I listened to it ten years ago, this is more or less the notion I got it.
Actually you said better than what I actually could have said.
Of course, people change, see different things, and life cahnges...but funny I traveled ten years in a comment.
thanks
A pleasure I therefore claim to show, not how men think in myths, but how myths operate in men's minds without their being aware of the fact. Levi-Strauss, Claude
Wow.. it really seem you did not like it then :)
I will talk with the masters of the kingdom and my master to see if we can arrange something .. ej j ej e
poemless:
Briefly, it equates success with magical thinking and support with prayer.
I can't see how you arrive at that conclusion. Maybe with the windmill kid, but thats all. You have to look at this from the kids' heads, not the adults. The most honest house was the clown's. He hated the system and the adults respected his wishes. He probably grew up and became a great political satirist, like H.L Mencken. I'm afraid kcurie will never give us the answers. He only answers questions with other questions. Hey, Grandma Moses started late!
It also reminds me of some 'words of wisdom' of a primary school headteacher of mine, who would say "empty dustbins make the most noise" to get us to be quiet when we were queuing to go to our classrooms. I interpreted that as the quiet kids being full of rubbish, which I felt was very unfair on me. Ad astra per aspera
You know, I keep coming back to an interview I read with a sleep researcher Robert Stickgold and Michel Gondry, talking about dreams. Stickgold made the statement, responding to some speculation about why we dream, "I know it is a beautiful story. But I just don't know if it is true." That's my take on a lot of things. Including this diary. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
There is no truth nor false, no being right,no being wrong, not in the diary nor in the comments.. no hurt feelings, noone trying to say anything more than what they really humble think about the tale.
Nothing better than having you say that it is awfull!!!! while LEP says it is not!!! :)
There is actually nothing to debate.. it is just about what each one thinks about the tale.
De gustibus non est disputandum, sed disputamos. We have met the enemy, and he is us — Pogo
we just can not control our impulses..... ja jaj ajaj
(The GWOT interpretation of the tale. May I be forgiven). When locusts move on, they leave nothing behind
I just want everybody to be happy again :)
