Auden wrote somewhere that a friend is simply someone of whom, in his absence, one thinks with pleasure. How do we measure that against Dante’s famous observation that there is no greater pain than to remember happy days in days of sorrow? They are both right, are they not? I cannot think of my first memory of Charles without smiling even though all afternoon my throat has ached with the strain of suppressed anguish at the loss of him. “Memory is all that the death of such a man leaves us.”
Law | Legal Biography
Philip C. Bobbitt,
For My Friend,
Yale L. J.
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