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Ian Harrow, who was a constant inspiration for this Blog and a highly stimulating companion, died this morning. Ian and I first met in 1956 when we joined Form 1 at Heaton Grammar School, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, thereafter progressing to the 6th Form after which our respective careers diverged and we lost contact for nearly 50 years. Having reunited about 13 years ago we have, until recently, met every week to discuss everything of importance. This was published in the Spectator, 22 January 2022:
Last Word But One
The vanity of your insistence
that there is still time remaining
to speak what words can't say
on these most wishful of days
when, for you, the dying part is near
and still you want to believe
the conversations will go on
as you rest your hand
like the hallucination of a hand
on files that nurse the latest
shortfall in everything you made
- Ian Harrow
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