I have tried to revive the connection with email chat, but he won’t have it. He fends me off with weak jokes. The jokes always were weak and, even though he has a string of books to his name, he has never learned to write readable English. Perhaps it’s as well he keeps clear. The connection is rotted by resentment. I despise him and always did. I thought- even when I loved him most - that he was a pedant and morally weak. Our friendship was never creditable to me. But, as Yeats says, “friendship never dies.” It is stronger than all the corrosives we pour over it.