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suitcase (though I felt guilty about this,
as if the books needed me and I was
forsaking them). I saw that the girl who
kept reading was considered bookish
and shy, the very things that I was, too,
and knew that I must hide.
After that summer, I felt less comfortable
about my desire to be alone with a
book. In high school, in college, and as
a young lawyer, I tried to make myself
appear more extroverted and less eggheady
than I truly was.
But as I grew older, I drew inspiration
from my grandfather’s example. He
was a quiet man, and a great one.
When he died at the age of ninety-four,
after sixty-two years at the pulpit, the
NYPD had to close the streets of his
neighborhood to accommodate the
throngs of mourners. He would have
been surprised to know this. Today, I
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