Boys & Murderers: Collected Short Fiction
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Presents a collection of short fiction that explores the human psyche.
street. To avoid attracting attention in my white waiter’s outfit, I whistled for a cab and drove home. There I opened the wallet. I found four thousand dollars in bills. Four thousand dollars is money, Stasinka, four thousand dollars is money. At once I got myself ready to go, and was sitting in the very next train heading west. That was my second and last theft. From then on I no longer needed to steal. In the wallet, along with the money, I had found the addresses of cattle-dealers in
that could make me abhorrent in the eyes of those who were to judge me, and he achieved his goal. He was my enemy as long as I can remember. I told how I have always loathed all that is weak, diseased and sickly. It may be that the barber dimly sensed my aversion and this is what first stirred his hatred against me. Also, he may have noticed my silent disapproval as an increasingly cordial friendship developed between him and my father. Certainly he, like all the others, construed my silence
plank to which was tied the rotting corpse of a cat I had killed earlier, and tied my still-living cat on top of the dead one. Then I immersed the plank in such a way that the cat’s lower body entered the water first. Then, very gradually – it often took an hour or more for the cat to drown – I lowered it into the water. Another system consisted of nailing the tails of two living cats to a plank, fixing this plank to a long nail jutting out from a wall and letting the cats dangle freely. With
closer, defend him now, your friend. For that he is, your friend, and a worthy officer, all the same.” The stranger gazed in astonishment at my father, whom he must have taken for a madman. When my father leaned closer and closer to him without stopping, he rose, no doubt to put an end to the awkward scene, and quickly walked past my table into the kitchen. My father, his arms outstretched as if to embrace the stranger, stood motionless, staring after him in alarm and astonishment. For a moment
during which two Jews were killed. The Veritas group would meet to discuss Jewish history and the Zionist movement and read Jewish newspapers, which inspired Ungar to begin intensive study of the Old Testament as well as Hebrew and Arabic at Friedrich Wilhelm University (now Humboldt) in Berlin from 1911 to 1912. While in Berlin, he became a member of another Zionist youth group, Hasmonäa, and continued to write stories and novels. These early literary efforts have been lost. In 1912 Ungar