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 bedstefar var rabbiner, og han var en enkemand, som boede alene i en lille lejlighed i Brooklyn, som var mit yndlingssted i verden, da jeg voksede op, delvist fordi den var fyldt med hans meget milde, høflige tilstedeværelse, og delvist fordi den var fyldt med bøger.