How many people do we meet over the years? Probably thousands. How many do we remember? Probably hundreds. How many communicate? Probably a few dozen. Past acquaintances with time are forgotten, and only sometimes, wherever taken, appears.

“Notice from the Past”

Instead of an epigram, an old joke.

“A Jew is in the tram and he is looking side by side. Yes, I know that, I know that, but I don’t know that. He is so happy with himself, holding a bouquet of flowers. Who is he such? I will argue logically. In our city Jews can work either in commerce or in the theatre. I work in the business, but I don’t know him. He works in the theatre.

Where is he going? Too late for the rehearsal, too early for the show. Probably going to the mistress. To whom is he going?

Three hundred in the city.