“At the moment the image of his father came to him and appeared before him in the window.” A lovely little framing device set in white space, the quiet little epigraph to Soloveitchik’s Halakhic Man,  which he took from the Babylonian Talmud, shifts a bit my understanding of the text, the thought and its thinker as works of the imagination. Along with Talmud, I want to call them “iconodolic.”