I am a traitor, an apostate, a self-hater, an inflicter of shame upon my family, my friends, my people; also, I am a mocker of ideas sacred to Christians, a blasphemous manipulator of modes and forms revered by Gentiles for two thousand years. (Chapter 1)

To this day, I have no idea what happened then. There was a sensation of something tearing wide apart inside me and a steep quivering climb out of myself. I felt myself suddenly another person. I heard that other person screaming, shrieking, beating his fists against the top of the table. ‘I can’t stand it! I can’t stand it! I can’t stand it!’ the other person kept screaming. (Chapter 1)

The Rebbe killed my brother,’ I heard my mother say, and it was as if the words came hurtling through the black face of the universe, searing words, demonic words, from the sitra achra, the Other... (Chapter 1)