David Hills

I didn’t have as much ongoing contact with Barry as most of you did. But we encountered each other repeatedly over the years, thanks usually to the good graces of Rogers Albritton, whom I miss just as intensely and who embodied for me many of the same virtues: modesty, clarity, patience, wit, and the ability to listen with a generous ear. I’ve spent much of my time working at the fringes of philosophy while these two and a few others like them have tended the center. Wallace Stevens is one of the poets who leave you with the feeling that reading poetry is a way of being civilized. Barry was one of the few philosophers who could leave you with the same feeling about doing philosophy. I’m permanently grateful for our times together.