I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.

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

Jews are just like everyone else, only more so.

I was not comfortable worshipping another Jew.

At religious instruction classes, I encountered The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, and the sincerity of the traveller in that book was overwhelming.

The Christian use of religion as a personal love affair both shocked me, and attracted me.

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