He came to believe that a normal, honest human being
could not be a professor. It
is the academy that gave
him his reputation
of impenetrable abstruseness;
never has a
man deserved a reputation less.
Disciples
who came to him expecting to find a man
of incredibly deep learning, found a man
who saw mankind
held together by suffering
alone, and he invariably advised
them to be
as kind as possible to others.
He read, like
all inquisitive men, to multiply his experience.
He read Tolstoy (always getting bogged down)
and the Gospels
and bales of detective stories.

He shook his head over Freud.
When he died
he was reading Black Beauty.
His last words were: “Tell them I had a wonderful life.”

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