Volume 26, Number 17 · November 8, 1979
For Jim Farrell's Funeral
By Mary McCarthy
I'm availing myself of the voice of my brother Kevin to pay my respects to my valiant and valued old friend and fellow-writer. Respect is one of the modes of feeling Jim Farrell elicited quite simply and naturally, without any intention of producing that effect. As he grew older, he achieved wisdom, though in fact, thinking back, I see that he did not lack it even in his younger and more pugnacious days. He always had the wisdom that goes with candor and a sense of essentials, the native wisdom a child has and that most people, at best, only regain with the mellowness, so called, of old age.
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