“Once I had students who spoke with such love about Torah that I would hear the Song of Songs in their voices.” He spoke softly, his eyes half closed. “I have not heard the Song of Songs now for—for—” He blinked. “I did not hear the Song of Songs in America until I heard your voice at the examinations. Not your words, but your voice. I did not like the words. But the voice … Do you understand what I mean, Reuven?”
