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Of all the rare individuals with whom it was my accidental good fortune to become really intimate, Louis alone had the gift of what I might call transparent understatement. Hype, to use the language of our critical young, hyperbole, was foreign to his cautious, scientific nature. He would generalise only when he knew he would not be misunderstood. Just as his life’s work lay in measurement, so he took the measure of us, of human beings, his friends. “Humanity is a big word”, he said once. “I prefer to deal with humans”. Thus was I taken down several pegs in my own esteem, and that was in our youth. In my extreme old age I have not forgotten it, for it is becoming more and more relevant.

 

I can see Louis now, listening, with his customary ironic chuckle, shifting slightly on his bottom in embarrassment, at my mentioning the obiter dicta of a certain contemporary - who must here be nameless - who thought that meteorology was the study of meteors.

 

Louis, in my submission, was personally the ironic pessimist. Hope is not a scientific concept. He held, tentatively as always, that the future of the planet lay in the hands and minds of those who may mean well and do worse, those who talk of innocence when the reality is ignorance and those who are (again the famous understatement) not even well-meaning.

 

The most we can do - and I hope I am not allowing subjectivism to creep in - is to delay a process that appears to be more and more inevitable, ‘the end of the world’, that religionists are always on about. In his ‘Journal of the Plague Year’, Daniel Defoe observed Solomon Eagle, who ran naked in the City of London with a brazier of blazing coals on his head, calling the victims to repent “because the End of the World is nigh”.

 

My dear friends, we are not Solomon Eagles. Let us do what we can to delay the inevitable, for in the midst of Death, we are in Life.

 

Address of Donald Miller (86) at the Commemorative Celebration of his friends, Louis Essen, Joan his wife and for his generations.

 

Leatherhead, Surrey                                               5 September 1997

 

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