Julia Doyle arrived at Spinoza HS br with visions of creating a real Community br and to that end she announced br all submissions from the faculty br would be published in the school’s br literary magazine. br One day in the Teacher’s Center br Minna Cohen asked Julia, br “When’s the magazine coming out? ” br “Soon...but I didn’t understand a word.” br I immediately said, “Julia, you promised us br we’d get published.” br “I thought Minna would do a love story.” br “Not much love the last decade, ” she said br “Imagination, Minna. You’ve got that… br at least I hope so… br no writer can function without it.” br Minna muttered, “You said I’d make it br no matter what, just no dirty words br that’s what you said. br I need this… br just stick it in… br anyplace.” br Julia stared at Minna saying, “You’re in.” br ”Thank God.” br “But Auschwitz? for a student magazine? br and so confusing, the entire story br a six page monologue of mixed up words.” br “I can see that because the narrative’s br part of a larger work I’ve been writing br for the last eleven years br about the life of Hannah Greenberg, br a doctor and survivor of Auschwitz br who went mad thirty years br after her incarceration. The Death Camp br deposited a time bomb in her soul.” br “But, Minna, you only gave the insanity.” br “How about my story? ” I asked blurted out. br “A fat man’s saga into stroke.” br “Yes.” br “I expected humor, after all br you’re a funny guy.” br “Not all fat men are funny, ” I said, br more bitterly than I intended. br “Yes, I’m sorry, but the entire tale br is uniformly dismal, yet I felt no sadness… br sorry, Bernstein, but… br why didn’t he just stop eating? ” br “Insanity, ” said Minna, her voice br so soft, so calm, but with such certainty, br “still here br now br the whole world.