25 February 2019 is doubtless some damn day or another, but I don’t have anything for it on my calendar. It’s the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Hebron massacre, at any rate, when an Israeli physician—possibly inspired by the story of Esther commemorated at Purim—opened fire on Muslims worshipping at the Cave of the Patriarchs, killing twenty-nine of them and injuring over a hundred more before being beaten to death. Whether the mass-murderer was acting as a patriot, a terrorist, or a lunatic is a matter of interpretation. It doesn’t matter much to the dead, I suppose. Some of them were mere kids of twelve or thirteen.