“He laughed, he, Jorge. For the first time I heard him laugh.” The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco Rarely does one leap from slumber at 3 a.m. eagerly. But that Summer of ’96 morn, a sacred moment beckoned me. Soon, after a rigorous, wee-small-hours hike, I would reach the peak of Mt. Sinai and behold the... Read more