literature can very well describe the absurd, but it should never become absurd itself - Isaac Bashevis Singer

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literature can very well describe the absurd, but it should never become absurd itself

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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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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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What do they know-all these scholars, all these philosophers, all the leaders of the world - about such as you? They have convinced themselves that man, the worst transgressor of all the species, is the crown of creation. All other creatures were created merely to provide him with food, pelts, to be tormented, exterminated. In relation to them, all people are Nazis; for the animals it is an eternal Treblinka.

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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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