Since I am running on I shall tell you of a recent dream I had about Bob. I was visiting him, and was trying to tell him that many, many years later he was lovingly remembered by his students, but he kept walking away from me, and even went into a lake to swim, and I got the impression (in my dream) that he didn’t like being the object of so much attention, didn’t want to hear what I was telling him. When I awoke and pondered the possible meaning of the dream (dreams don’t, of course, necessarily have any meaning) I thought this one just might, in the sense that Gaudino was as purely a teacher as anyone could be. He had his own strong points of view, nor was there anything wrong with his ego, but I think that what he wanted was to get his interlocutor to react, to explain himself, to think! Thus, in my dream, he was in character, so to speak, didn’t want to be admired or adored or maybe even loved. He wanted everyone to be a feeling, thinking person, the highest kind of teaching.

George Johnston,
Bob Gaudino’s classmate at the University of Stockholm and life-long friend, in a subsequent letter to Margie French