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.
پدر بزرگ من خاخام بود و همسرش مرده بود و او در یک آپارتمان کوچک در بروکلین تنها زندگی می‌کرد که وقتی که من بزرگ می‌شدم، بهترین جا در دنیا برای من بود ، از یک طرف به این خاطر که پر از یک حضور خیلی باوقار و آرام بود و از طرف دیگر به این خاطر که پر از کتاب بود.