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.
Моят дядо беше равин и вдовец, който живееше сам в малък апартамент в Бруклин, докато растях това беше моето най-любимо място на света, отчасти защото беше изпълнено с неговото много нежно, много изтънчено присъствие и отчасти, защото беше пълно с книги.