The articles I had read, the bustle of their engagement with the world, had led me to anticipate a very active and practical man. The one who lay before me, notwithstanding the evidence of his illness, was a sensualist. But it was not only the contrast between my anticipation and the reality which impressed me. It was - how shall I put it? It was the sense of his life within the world. He seemed hidden, content with obscurity, yet at the same time linked to larger issues and longer stretches of time. In a nutshell, he appeared more than himself - and willing to share that largeness of spirit immediately with me who had come to him as a stranger.