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142 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2001
It's as if a cat took it into his head to look after the other cats.
I answer that even a kitten would not buy this nonsense.
Because to play a Jew you have to have a Polish accent, and I don't know how to do it. Playing a North African Jew just doesn't work; people aren't interested; it's too complicated for them.... The public, Uncle, doesn't like things that are complicated.
She is Catholic though.
You...you...and is it serious, you and this young woman?
Oh, listen, Uncle, with all due respect, shut up.... No, I'm sorry. Let me put it this way, man to man: I'm madly in love with her, but since she's a singer, she's banging half of Paris in addition to me. So when she doesn't come home at night, I get drunk, and if it goes on much longer I'll end up blowing my brains out.
(My master lets out a sigh of relief.) So there hasn't really been any talk of marriage yet, right?
‘The children are all very loving. They succeed in everything they do, they bring me great satisfaction.’
‘Baruch HaShem!’
‘Bless you.’
So we start at the beginning, and my master teaches me that the world was created by God five thousand seven hundred years ago or so.
I ask him if he's making fun of me. He says no, it's the truth.
I tell him that's ridiculous, and that with carbon-14 it can be scientifically proven that the world has existed for billions of years.