ABSTRACT
It is a Sunday afternoon. George Mosse sits at his large, cluttered desk pecking vigorously at his typewriter. His concentration is intense. The telephone rings. He pecks on determined to complete his sentence, if not his thought. The telephone rings more urgently. By the time George turns to it, the telephone has missed a beat. “Hello … I have it, David,” he says. George switches from English to German. His sister, Hilde, is calling from New York to find out when to expect him.
