A REMINISCENCE OF TALCOTT PARSONS, SEPTEMBER 1970 TO APRIL 1979

On Shakespeare's stage. the rattle of thunder framed the comings and goings of princes. Other heralds bracket the years of this story: the rattle o f choppers crossing the Parrot's Beak, and stirring the sand at Desert One. But in Cambridge, such distant cues are masked by the nearer cacophony of commuters and scholarly discourse; here a shy little man stood astride the world of theory for half a century. He responded to everything, near and distant, in the same manner: in his own time, in his own roundabout way, with the inborn assurance of a compass needle centering on true north.