an old and wise professor and friend has died and so words feel a bit elusive at the moment. he meant a lot to me and was so influential to the person i've become. i'm really sorry i didn't get a chance to say goodbye to him - we tried to on our recent visit to the US, but he was too ill that day for visitors. all we could do was leave a note and some chocolate. i am privileged to have had him as a mentor and friend and he will be sorely missed. i'm already rereading the brothers karamazov in his memory. it feels like an important thing to do, since he opened my eyes to the richness of dostoevsky and especially that book. his life was long and rich and full and he was a truly good and inspiring person. one can't really ask more than to be remembered like that. good-bye harry.
