The best supervisor

My PhD supervisor died in June. I’d met with him only days earlier so that he could painstakingly revise my manuscript, giving me several hours of his precious time. He had a way of asking the very questions I didn’t want to answer, highlighting the limitations of my work that I’d been trying to hide or skim over. “You need evidence,” he’d claim, jabbing a forefinger at one of my many ‘unsubstantiated assertions’. He hated those. But he loved a good reference — although not too many for each assertion, mind you.

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