In Memory of Glen Thurow

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I’m still gathering my thoughts about Glen. It was just wonderful being around him. He loved learning, was always eager to talk about books, and I admired the sincere interest he took in the life of the University and the people that compose it.

I have so much scattered throughout my journals that I’m struggling to put together. I feel the best tribute is to just talk about Lincoln, rhetoric and statesmanship and carry on the work he engaged in. But there are so many “little” things to add: what makes good Italian food, what makes good classical music (Mozart), what makes bad classical music (Handel), what makes great style in English (Francis Bacon, Hobbes), what Buffalo was like in the 70’s…

Those sorts of things aren’t “little.” They’re the mark of an educated, concerned mind. They’re the mark of a mind one can admire. It’s very difficult for me to talk about Glen to the people who knew him. There’s something that happens when you’ve learned so much from someone that you’re tongue-tied, stung by the stingray as it were. But I’ll get a full account of my years learning from him together sometime.

It is much easier for me to do as I’m doing now and tell the undergrads about him. Tell them how and what I learned about the Gettysburg Address and the Second Inaugural. Discuss with them the importance of Bacon’s “New Atlantis” and Spinoza’s “Emendation of the Intellect.” Show them how careful a writer the later Jefferson was (evidenced by his epitaph).

I miss Glen. I’m realizing now part of the reason why I don’t talk about him as much as I think I should is because I’m sharing what he gave me. I don’t plan on stopping that sharing any time soon.

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