What positive affirmation of the persistence of Judaism in the blood my descendants may have to make, I may not be present to hear.
It would be superfluous to state that none of these hints and prophecies troubled me at the time when I horrified the schoolyard by denying the existence of God, on the authority of my father; and defended my right to my atheism, on the authority of the Constitution.
I considered myself absolutely, eternally, delightfully emancipated from the yoke of indefensible superstitions.

I was wild with indignation and pity when I remembered how my poor brother had been cruelly tormented because he did not want to sit in heder and learn what was after all false or useless.

I knew now why poor Reb' Lebe had been unable to answer my questions; it was because the truth was not whispered outside America.

I was very much in love with my enlightenment, and eager for opportunities to give proof of it.
It was Miss Dillingham, she who helped me in so many ways, who unconsciously put me to an early test, the result of which gave me a shock that I did not get over for many a day.

She invited me to tea one day, and I came in much trepidation.