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.
Bunicul meu a fost rabin, a rămas văduv și a trăia singur într-un apartament mic din Brooklyn, acesta devenind locul meu preferat pe măsură ce am crescut, în parte pentru că era plin cu prezenţa lui blândă şi politicoasă şi pentru că era plin de cărţi.