Dr. Zamenhof’s opening address once again inspired me to throw caution to the wind and to marry on Switzerland’s neutral soil. Somehow the sight of this tiny, myopic Jew, thundering out his polemic with all the fire of an ancient prophet, stirred in me a corresponding fire. Dr. Zamenhof was no lo...
Bouquets fill the rooms. Lilies, white roses, an explosion of chrysanthemums. From the hotel’s greenhouse, or so the attached note says. A woven basket in the shape of a whale holds fruits and chocolates, wheels of cheese, and a bottle of plum brandy in its mouth, all tied with ribbons and fancy ...