As in the story of the Jew who keeps the Sabbath and finds a gold coin on the Sabbath and does not wish to touch it and stands over it until the three stars that announce the end of the Sabbath have appeared in the sky, I stand and I stand, oh the pain in my legs, I stand and I stand, but where are my stars?

Thanks to Joshua Ellison for forwarding the following two links: An excellent profile of Amos Oz in The New Yorker and, from The NY Times, some scraps discovered amongst the belongings of the late Hebrew poet Yehuda Amichai.