Ian was one of my best friends. This may surprise many. For many reasons except one, humanitarianism, we were poles apart. He was neither a temperamental and pompous man, he had unconventional charm. Like any virtuoso, there was an undeniable continuity of his literary work. As a prolific writer he made sense to many and nonsense to those who knew little or nothing about poetry and classical literature. He was proficient in interpreting the thin…
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