Oliver Sachs har fått besked. Han är döende i cancer. Så här skriver han i i New York times.

“I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers. Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.”

För några år sedan hade jag förmånen att få umgås några timmar med Oliver Sachs när han var i Stockholm. Läs artikeln här.