The Chosen
Chaim Potok
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: 0449213447
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
"Anyone who finds it is finding a jewel. Its themes are profound and universal."
THE WALL STREET JOURNAL
It is the now-classic story of two fathers and two sons and the pressures on all of them to pursue the religion they share in the way that is best suited to each. And as the boys grow into young men, they discover in the other a lost spiritual brother, and a link to an unexplored world that neither had ever considered before. In effect, they exchange places, and find the peace that neither will ever retreat from again....
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nurse said. I went back up the aisle and got into my bed. The ward was quiet. After a while I fell asleep. • • • The windows were bright with sunlight. I lay in the bed a while, staring at the windows. Then I remembered it was Friday, and I sat up quickly. I heard someone say, “Good to see you again, Bobby boy. How’ve you been?” and I turned, and there was Mr. Savo, lying on his pillow, the curtains no longer drawn around his bed. His long, stubbled face looked pale, and he wore a thick
the door opened and closed. Reb Saunders stirred and looked at me. “You have a good head,” he said softly. The Yiddish phrase he used was, literally translated, “an iron head.” He nodded, seemed to listen for a moment to the silence in the study, then folded his arms across his chest. He sighed loudly, his eyes suddenly sad. “Now we will see about your soul,” he said softly. “Reuven, my son will return soon. We have little time to talk. I want you to listen to me. I know that my Daniel spends
bright, too.” He seemed to be rambling, and I wasn’t quite sure I knew what he was trying to say. His next words jarred me. “He’d probably make a fine tzaddik,” he said. I looked at him. “How’s that again?” “I said my brother would probably make a fine tzaddik,” Danny said quietly. “It occurred to me recently that if I didn’t take my father’s place I wouldn’t be breaking the dynasty after all. My brother could take over. I had talked myself into believing that if I didn’t take his place I would
Professor Flesser,” I said. Professor Abraham Flesser was my logic teacher, an avowed empiricist and an enemy of what he called “obscurantist Continental philosophies,” which, he explained, included everything that had happened in German philosophy from Fichte to Heidegger, with the exception of Vaihinger and one or two others. My father wanted to know what it was the two professors had in common, and I told him what Professor Appleman had said about psychology being a science only to the extent
not an issue anymore but a fact. How long would Reb Saunders have continued his ban over a dead issue? “How is Danny feeling?” he wanted to know. I told him Danny didn’t look well and had lost a lot of weight. He was thoughtful for a moment. Then he said, “Reuven, the silence between Danny and Reb Saunders. It is continuing?” “Yes.” His face was sad. “A father can bring up a child any way he wishes,” he said softly. “What a price to pay for a soul.” When I asked him what he meant, he