Malignant melanoma killed him at the age of 82. A great and wonderful man, neurologist and writer with a serious philosophical knack. He would start with neurological observations, but he was better than just a doctor who wrote, he was a thinker, a ruminator, a cogitator who practiced neurology and wrote lucidly and insightfully. He caught my attention with one of his first books The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat.
A prolific man, extraordinary: