![]() ![]() ![]() Squat - to our shared love of Beethoven and Mendelssohn. His intellectual elegance bowled me over, and I felt a strange kinship with many of his peculiarities, from the youthful affair with iron - although the 300-pound squats of my bodybuilding days paled before his 600 pounds, which set a state record and earned him the moniker Dr. Sacks’s writing and the mind from which it sprang - a mind absolutely magnificent, buoyed by a full heart and a radiant spirit. ![]() It was only in my twenties, having made my way to America, that I fell in love with Dr. I was a relative latecomer to the work of Oliver Sacks (July 9, 1933–August 30, 2015), that great enchanter of storytelling who spent his life bridging science and the human spirit - partly because I was not yet born when he first bewitched the reading public with his writing, and partly because those early books never made it past the Iron Curtain and into the Bulgaria of my childhood. ![]()
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