He didn't read fiction, best sellers, or popular fare. He liked some of the Beats and Keats, "I met a Lady in the meads..." and Rossetti, "Remember me when I am gone away, far into the silent land..." Poe, of course. And a line from Kavanagh's Raglan Road, "...let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day..." He was tremendously interested in mental health and was friends with Kay Redfield Jamison. He liked historical biographies and had an exceptional understanding of historical perspective. Cause and effect. The long view. He was mechanically inclined to the point of invention, and an imaginative cook. His combinations were outrageous but they worked. He didn't care for modern art. (He always said, "I don't care for..." not, I don't like.) "I've studied Chagall...I just don't care for it." He loved the idea that Monet grew the flowers he painted.
I believe he left a lasting shine on this earth and he'll always be with us.