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.
Gjyshi im ishte rabin i ve, dhe jetonte vetëm në një apartament të vogël në Bruklin ku ishte vendi im i preferuar në botë kur po rritesha, pjesërisht sepse ishte i mbushur me prezencën e tij të butë dhe pjesërisht sepse ishte i mbushur me libra.