We could have slept well last night, thinking that there is now a chance for the return of the hostages.  But we were awakened at seven with a siren and soon discovered that the Hizbullah were hopping mad.  

So once again I spent the day as close to shelters as I could.  Since yesterday was a day for coffee houses and the day before for parks, it marked a real difference.  And now, instead of thinking of the wonderful possibilities of mutual respect I’m damned worried.

We’ll have to see what tomorrow brings.  One thing for sure, we’ll be in our literary sukkah tomorrow at 12 EST (7 p.m. Jerusalem time) reading poems of our literary guests.  I’ve invited Louis Carroll.  The link is here. 

what I have to say about it is here: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/00144940.1987.9935272

But if you don’t have the patience to get the academic language, the idea is that Carroll uses nonsense words for universal meaning.  So Jabberwock is like Sinwar, or, say Hitler, or any evil monster.  And there’s a nameless hero because there’s always a good guy who wins.  But there’s also always another villain waiting the sidelines, even when everything seems totally normal.