A passage from Philip Roth's The Counterlife. Zuckerman is shocked at his brother Henry's sudden conversion, his having become a radical Zionist and moving to Israel and sporting a gun:
"I'm sorry, but being skeptical of revolvers is in my nature—as skeptical of revolvers as of the ideologues who wield them."
"Lucky you. Fortunate you Righteous you. Humane you. You're skeptical of just about everything."
"Henry, hen are you going to stop being an apprentice fanatic and start practicing dentistry again?"
"I ought to punch you in the fucking nose for that."
"Why don't you blow my brains out with your gun?" I asked, now that he was unarmed. "That shouldn't be too hard, seeing that you're conflict-free and untainted by doubt. Look, I'm all for authenticity, but it can't begin to hold a candle to the human gift for playacting. That may be the only authentic thing that we ever do."
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