Take the word “holocaust.” I am among the first — if not the first — to use it in that context. By accident. I was working on an essay, a biblical commentary, and I wrote about the sacrifice, the binding of Isaac, by his father Abraham. In the Bible, there is a word in Hebrew, ola, which means burned offering. I felt that’s good. That’s “holocaust.” That’s good because it’s fire and father and son. Meaning the son who almost died, but in our case it was the father who died, not the son. The word had so many implications that I felt it was good. Then it became accepted, and everybody used it and then I stopped using it because it was abused. Everything was a holocaust all of a sudden. I heard myself on television once, a sportscaster on television speaking of the defeat of a sports team and he said, “Was that a holocaust!” My God! Everything became a holocaust. In Bosnia, I remember, they spoke about a holocaust. I went to Bosnia to see. I felt, if it is, I must move heaven and earth. Even if it isn’t, I must move heaven and earth to prevent it, but at least not to use the word. Well, all of this really is not very easy, but why should it be?