Sheldon Reaven

Paul loved to live. Many periods of his life were a flurry of dinners, plays, operas, romantic evenings, wrestling matches. These occasions were marked by a great sociability. Killing Time itemizes these activities, but does not, I think, fully convey their athmosphere. Feyerabend would hold court at Berkeley’s faculty lunchroom, in later years at the … Continue reading Sheldon Reaven