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.
Min bestefar var rabbiner. Han var en enkemann han bodde alene i en liten leilighet i Brooklyn. I barndommen var det det beste stedet å være i verden, delvis fordi det var fylt av hans veldig myke, verdige tilstedevær delvis fordi det var fylt av bøker.