‘Griot’ is a French word which means, you know, really, literally, ‘cry.’ You know, like the town crier. You know, they come in and say, you know, ‘It’s nine o’clock; everything is cool.’ You know, ‘President Bush is a fool.’ I mean, stuff like that just to tell you. But for the kind of, the African thing is called djali.
It appears a bold thing to say so when one sees how much many a modern author who knows how to make a skilful use of the Book of Chronicles has to tell about the tabernacle.
If I have to advise our brothers in France, I’ll tell them one thing – move to Israel, as early as possible. I say that to Jews all around the world, but there I think it’s a must and they have to move immediately.
As soldiers need not only courage but tactics also, so does a philosopher need not only courage and philosophy but discernment also, to tell what his right time of dying is – so that he neither seek it nor flee it.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
My friend is he who will tell me my faults in private.
To admit regret is to understand that we are fallible – that there are powers beyond us. To admit regret is to lose control not only of a difficult past but of the very story we tell about our present. To admit sincere and abiding regret is one of our greatest but unspoken contemporary sins.
They went back there, looked at all the computers, asked me to come in and tell them what all the computers were for specifically so they knew how to dismantle the network I had been running.
I understood when I was quite small that there were two special things about the Jews. That we’d endured for over 3,000 years despite everything that had been thrown at us, and that we had an extraordinarily dramatic story to tell.