In our world of rampant individualisation, relationships are mixed blessings. They vacillate between a sweet dream and a nightmare, and there is no telling when one turns into the other.

With my tongue in one cheek only, I'd suggest that were our palaeolithic ancestors to discover the peer-review dredger, we would be still sitting in caves.

The value of other people is that they have something unique to offer.

Every interpretation is but an introduction to another interpretation, and that is how Talmud pages are printed.

You judge a society by the decency of living of the weakest

As to describing me as an outsider throughout, and an outsider through and through - I have no reason to disagree.

The question of identity has separated from the issue of 'assimilation', having lost much of its drama and become, so to speak, a secular problem.