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“This particular argument was pleasanter than most, because the person setting me straight was a pretty seventeen-year-old girl, a college sophomore, and it was no strain to smile at her with good humor as she went about her work.”

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Book:This is My God: A Guidebook to Judaism
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This is My God: A Guidebook to Judaism

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Herman Wouk
Herman Wouk

Herman Wouk, an American author born on May 27, 1915, is renowned for his historical novels and war-themed works. His notable works include 'The Caine Mutiny' and 'The Winds of War', among others. more

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