I have just learned that Ronald Dworkin died in England today, or yesterday, of leukemia. Ronnie and I were at Harvard together. I think we graduated in the same year, but I may be wrong about that. Since we were both studying philosophy, we got to know one another. I liked Ronnie a good deal, even though he was manifestly a classier guy than I was. He had a quizzical and puckish sense of humor, besides being, needless to say, super bright. That was a pretty good little group of philosophy students, including among others my friend and later apartment mate and colleague Charles Parsons.
Ronnie was eighty-one when he died. Back in those days, that would have seemed unimaginably ancient. Now, alas, it seems all too young.