My grandfather was a rabbi and he was a widower who lived alone in a small apartment in Brooklyn that was my favorite place in the world when I was growing up, partly because it was filled with his very gentle, very courtly presence and partly because it was filled with books.
Mi abuelo era rabino y viudo que vivía solo en un pequeño apartamento en Brooklyn, mi lugar favorito cuando era niña, en parte porque estaba lleno de su presencia tan gentil y en parte porque estaba lleno de libros.