March 14, 2016
I remember the first day we met, amongst stacks and stacks of unpacked boxes. Hilary pulled a kettle from one, magically and miraculously, then found three teacups too and made tea.
I was a first-year student and had sent a note to Hilary asking for advice and he suggested I stop by.
I was writing a paper for a class on "A Priori Truth" on whether the proposition "Nothing is red (all over) and green (all over) at the same time" could be reduced to a truth of logic.
Hilary had written a paper on this very subject and I was in want of conversation.
I cannot remember the precise answer, although I do still have that paper - it's in the attic somewhere - and I could, in a pinch, look it up.
But I do remember that Hilary brought the question to life. He became more animated and enthusiastic than I had been about the variety of routes one might take to tackle the question, paths which were likely to lead to a cul de sac and paths which were likely to open up a world of insight and discovery.
it was the best lesson I ever had. And it could not have come at a more opportune time: there and then in my first year in college.
The following semester I enrolled in Hilary's "Logical Contradictions in Quantum Mechanics" even though I knew no physics. And I learned more philosophy (and physics) than I learned in any other course.
The love and care you and Hilary have given to me over the years matter more than I can say.
My life is better because you have been in it.
Andreas Teuber[email protected]