Hiking out there these days on the scrabbly bluffside, I can easily pick out the conical mounds; the center of each has been dug into and gouged out by a looter or curiosity seeker, probably before the 1920s.

They had come, by Himmler's order, to bemedal the camp commandant of Terezin, which had played its special role so splendidly in achieving the final solution of the Jewish problem.

We greeted each other when we met in the hallway, from time to time we waited for the elevator together, hands folded behind our backs—no, no, after you, please! No, after you!

He fought with the glass manufacturer about the price for the old-fashioned and pint glasses, and unpacked the lighting ... “Dress coded? What's that?” He should know the school terminology by now.