Even in love, people betray themselves. And when you betray somebody else, you also betray yourself. I would say a great part of human history is a h… - Isaac Bashevis Singer

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Even in love, people betray themselves. And when you betray somebody else, you also betray yourself. I would say a great part of human history is a history of self-betrayal and betrayal of others.

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About Isaac Bashevis Singer

Isaac Bashevis Singer (Yiddish: יצחק באַשעװיס זינגער or יצחק בת־שבֿעס זינגער; pseudonym: Icek Hersz Zynger;[1] born 21 November 1902 as Icek Zynger, died 24 July 1991) was a Polish-American writer of short stories and novels in Yiddish; he used his mother's name in devising his penname "Bashevis" (son of Bathsheba). He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1978.

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Pen Names: Bashevis Warszawski D. Segal
Native Name: יצחק זינגער
Alternative Names: Isaac Bashevis-Singer Yitsḥoḳ Basheṿis Yitsḥaḳ Basheṿis-Zinger Yitsḥaḳ Basheṿis- Zinger I. B. Singer Itzhak Bashevis Singer Yitsḥoḳ Bashevis-Zinger Isaac Bashevis Yitsḥaḳ Basheṿis Yitsḥoḳ Bashevis- Zinger Isaac Singer

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Dziobak, the priest, entered. He was a short, broadshouldered man; he looked as if he had been sawed in half and glued and nailed together again, His eyes were green as gooseberries, his eyebrows dense as bushes. He had a thick nose with pimples and a receding chin.

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No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world,
but it is only once removed from the true world. At the
door of the hovel where I lie, there stands the plank on
which the dead are taken away. The gravedigger Jew
has his spade ready. The grave waits and the worms are
hungry; the shrouds are prepared-! carry them in my
beggar's sack. Another shnorrer is waiting to inherit my
bed of straw. When the time comes I will go joyfully.
Whatever may be there, it will be real, without complication,
without ridicule, without deception. God be
praised: there even Gimpel cannot be deceived.

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