Thursday, June 4, 2009

Calvin Miller

"We have heard that when the commandant presided at the execution of the first Jews, he faltered momentarily. A woman held up her infant to him, crying, "Please take my baby." He turned as though to spare her son the rifle fire. And then he clicked his heels and turned away. The next six million souls were paperwork. Occasionally he left the office with a headache, but only because he feared the gas was running low or the cattle cars were late."

from The Song, 145

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