'Correction,' Gamaliel said at last. 'Go on is not the right choice of words. I believe there are better ones.'
'Have you found them?'
'What are they?'
They were silent, watching and marveling at the sun as, after a moment's hesitation, it continued to rise, illuminating the houses of the rich and the poor, the valleys and the mountains, warming the wounded hearts of the uprooted." (Wiesel, 300)