Wrong Ways and Right Ways in the Study of Formative Judaism Critical Method and Literature, ... Book

One of my earliest memories is of hearing my great-grandma tell the story of how she met Frau Schrödinger at a rather wild party in Vienna in 1926. She asked her why she was carrying on with Weyl when she was, as she said herself, happily married.

"Well," said Great-Grandma, "she told me that one of them had a better mind and the other one had a bigger dick, but I'd drunk so much champagne that I couldn't remember the next day who had what. And I never saw her again."

I came out from under the table where I'd been hiding and asked what a couple of words meant, but was told it was past my bedtime.