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“Arnold’s difficulties with older brother Harry began very early. Once when Arnold was just three, Abraham Rothstein stumbled upon a strange and frightening scene: Harry asleep; Arnold poised over him with a knife. “Why, my son?” the distraught father asked. “Why?”
“I hate Harry,” was all Arnold had to say. He meant it.”

“I hate Harry,” was all Arnold had to say. He meant it.”
