My Life at and after the Warburg

Some time ago, I was asked to record thoughts on my life after the Warburg in which I was able to describe my indebtedness to it as an institution, including, most especially, Joe Trapp and my supervisor, Michael Baxandall, neither of whom encouraged me to write like Edith Wharton (see previous blog). Both look a bit grim in their photographs, but they weren’t.


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