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Paul Tobia
Meet the author. Born in the poverty as a Hell’s Kitchen mourning mist upon concrete. My dream from the womb: a missionary to the suffering, the poor in Africa, my education the wisdom of the stree...view moreMeet the author. Born in the poverty as a Hell’s Kitchen mourning mist upon concrete. My dream from the womb: a missionary to the suffering, the poor in Africa, my education the wisdom of the street as well as the scholars’ lessons under the practical elite. In Hells’ Kitchen, I learned the rich language of the dockworkers, IRA rebels, the simple Jewish Italian pushcart worker, my Mariposa the Habanera dance a thousand castanets the dance of silence. The Russian Sondheimian in the Blot Lisping’s unreasonable beauty, the pure mind of the German Jews consecutive Nobel Prize winners, all people twenty-first century man buried in the one cesspool the mal de siècle. Relative truth: truth is it knows no qualification. Those despairing my book, the product of seventy-eight years of discipline. Pure intellect—a medicine not found in a drugstore.view less