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.
제 할아버지는 랍비셨습니다. 그리고 제가 자랄 때 제일 좋아했던 브루클린의 작은 아파트에서 혼자 지내셨습니다. 그 집은 일부는 겸손하고 공손함이 있었고, 일부는 책으로 채워져 있어서 좋아했습니다.