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.
لقد كان جدي حاخاما و أرملاً وكان يقطن في شقة صغيرة في بروكلين وكانت تلك الشقة مكاني المفضل اثناء طفولتي، لأنني كنت من جهة أشعر بلطفه و بحضوره الأخاذ ولأنها من جهة اخرى كانت مليئة بالكتب.