Although Gilbert Highet looks rather like a stuffed shirt in his photographs, according to Robert J. Ball he “consistently gave his audience a commanding performance, whether he spoke or sang or stood or walked, with a presence comparable to that of Laurence Olivier“.
All I knew about him before today came from this quote on a 2011 page-a-day calendar:
“These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.”
I couldn’t bear to tear that page away so basically it has been there, on my desk at work, for 6 years.
Today became the day to let it go, but I couldn’t do it without leaving a memorial here.
Thanks for reading.