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.
Isoisäni oli rabbi, leski, joka asui Brooklynissa pienessä asunnossa, joka oli lapsena lempipaikkani. Osaksi hänen lempeän ja hienostuneen läsnäolonsa vuoksi, osaksi, koska se oli täynnä kirjoja.