He slept as a rule four hours.

He said he felt he needed it.

Now he's a librarian earning fifteen dollars a week, and having all the money he needs he has put the thought of it out of his life and is living for education--education in freedom.

For Isadore has studied his name until he thinks he knows what it means." They found him in a small public library on an ill-smelling ghetto street.
The place had been packed with people, but the clock had just struck ten and the readers were leaving reluctantly, many with books under their arms.
At sight of Deborah and her father, Isadore leaped up from his desk and came quickly to meet them with outstretched hands.
"Oh, this is splendid! Good evening!" he cried.

Hardly more than a boy, perhaps twenty-one, he was short of frame but large of limb.