The sense of his own loneliness smote him with a sudden aching desolation.

His gaze grew humid; the face of the young student was covered with a veil of mist and seemed to shine with the radiance of an unstained soul.

If he had been as other men he might have had such a son.

At this moment Gabriel Hamburg was speaking of paragoge in Hebrew grammar, but his voice faltered and in imagination he was laying hands of paternal benediction on Joseph Strelitski's head.
Swayed by an overmastering impulse he burst out at last.
"An idea strikes me!" Strelitski looked up in silent interrogation at the old man's agitated face.
"You live by yourself.

I live by myself.