"They'd been famous long ago, they'd lived front and center on the stage of history, they wrote books, they led, they learned, they taught, they organized, and now, in their old age, all they lacked was a yarshn - someone to whom they could bequeath not only their libraries but the sum total of their lives . . . But in the end, what history had stolen from them, no - not I, not anyone - could restore."