My mother was expecting a baby and so, my father and mother had no choice, to, but to take me to my father’s sister’s house where we were not comfortable. It was a dark, gloomy house. I can best suggest the quality of the house by saying, in the living room there was a framed photograph of my grandfather in his coffin. It was a very strange room, there was a vase with peacock feathers in it and my aunt didn’t know, I don’t know that anybody else in Lincoln knew that peacock feathers bring bad luck.
Israel is a dream come true, and, as a dream come true, it is disappointing. This is not about the nature of Israel, it is about the nature of dreams. The only way to keep a dream rosy and perfect and intact is never to live it out. This is true of everything; it's true of writing a novel, it's true of building a country, it's true of living out a sexual fantasy. The only way to keep it perfect is never to live it out.