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.
Mio nonno era rabbino ed era un vedovo che viveva solo in un piccolo appartamento a Brooklyn che era il posto che preferivo in assoluto quand'ero piccola, in parte perché era pieno della sua garbata e cortese presenza e in parte perché era pieno di libri.