Minorities

‘That ceiling, once black with soot, was now covered with whitewash, and those walls, which were worn and rubbed, were covered with plaster. I do not say that the black was more beautiful than the white, or the worn surface more pleasing than the plaster, but that soot had come from the smoke of our fathers’ candles, which lighted the Torah for their study, and those walls, so long as they were worn, showed the mark of every man who had sat there … Now the plastered walls looked as if no one had ever sat there.’ 

Shmuel Yosef Agnon, A Guest for the Night