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THE announcement of the death, at the comparatively early age of sixty-eight, of William James, emeritus professor of philosophy in Harvard University, will have been received with regret by an unusually wide circle of readers of philosophic literature, and with deep sorrow by an unusually large circle of friends, who knew from experience how much greater was the charm of his personality than the charm even of his writings. But few even of his friends can have suspected under what physical disabilities were produced the utterances of which the sunny geniality, irrepressible vitalitv, coruscating vividness, and brave optimism, unstained by any shadow of insincerity or cowardice in facing the ills of life, so deeply fascinated them, or realised that they were listening to a martyr to a grave cardiac affection, whose life for the last ten years had Hung by a thread.
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William James . Nature 84, 268–269 (1910). https://doi.org/10.1038/084268a0
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