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October 07, 2007



Hi, Irene,

Here's a T.S. Eliot story. When spending a semester in Rome during college studying Roman archaeology, I attended the American Episcopal church there. The Rector invited me to a dinner at his apartment with the monk who had instructed TS Eliot prior to his (?) baptism/conversion/whatever. When I was introduced to him, his first words to me were "and what religion are you?" When I confirmed that I was indeed Jewish, he continued "well, don't you believe all those stories of Tom's antisemitism. That was all very unfortunate." Out of politeness I let the matter drop there. England must be a strange place to be a Jew.

Larry Budner

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