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.
Өвөө маань еврей шашны номлогч байсан. Бэлэвсэрч хоцорсон тэрээр Бруклин дэх жижиг байшиндаа ганцаараа амьдардаг байв. Намайг жаахан байхад хамгийн дуртай газар минь байлаа. Түүний эелдэг, зөөлөн зан,  мөн гэрээр нь дүүрэн байсан номууд намайг тийш нь бас хөтөлдөг байсан.