And did my nose get assaulted and insulted with direct and indirect blows since I became conscious of it. People often remark that my nose is crooked. That it leans to one side. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see it straight. Okay, I admit that I have a big nose, but that was unavoidable. It’s historical. Even my mother’s love couldn’t do anything about that. It was pre-determined, predesigned by centuries and centuries of insults and humiliations that my ancestors had to endure because of their noses. A Jewish nose is like a little tragedy. It’s possible that my nose is big and crooked, prominent as it is, in order to protect the rest of my body. My nose suffers for the rest of me. It’s my nose who takes it in the nose. But my nose doesn’t really care that people insult it by calling it all kinds of derogatory names like schnaze or snoze or nase or snozzola or pif or blair or Piment or Tarin or Tarbouif or Bourrin. As you can see, my nose has been insulted in many languages.
