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The small club of British classical scholarship has lost one of its finest members. Frederic Raphael is angry about how he was mistreated by his literary "patrons"

By Frederic Raphael   February 1998

I was on holiday in the Maldives when I heard that Ken McLeish was dead. The only writing I did beside the Indian Ocean was the very last thing I wanted to do: the obituary of a good man younger than myself, a unique spirit wholly exempt from that little list of those who’d none of them be missed. Friends for over 20 years, Ken and I collaborated on many translations, mostly from Greek but also from Latin. He was always the miglior fabbr?, yet he managed to give the impression that I was contributing as much as he.


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