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.
O meu avô era um rabi e era um viúvo que vivia sozinho num pequeno apartamento em Brooklyn que era o meu sítio favorito quando era criança, em parte, porque estava imbuído da sua presença gentil e cortês e, em parte, porque estava cheio de livros.