Early on I saw the repression and idolatry of Stalinism, and when it cracked, I was open to religion again.

To change, to convert? Why bother?

Discrimination against Jews can be read in Thomas Aquinas, and insults against Jews in Martin Luther.

I am pleased now that I have lived in a gay as well as a religious ghetto, though it hasn't been very comfortable. Taken together, their limitations cancel each other out and I have seen the world more kindly and more honestly.

During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.

I still go to a Christian priory for retreats.

I was certainly open for something being on the edge of a nervous breakdown, perplexed by my own sexuality. I was gay.