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.
Meu avô era um rabino e era um viúvo, que vivia sozinho num pequeno apartamento no Brooklyn, que era meu lugar favorito quando criança, em parte, porque estava envolto por sua presença amável e cortês e, em parte, porque estava cheio de livros.