his powerful personality. While some were turned off by his excesses, most were turned on. He was able to communicate in many languages at a deep and personal level with almost anyone. He had scientific friends and former students scattered all over the world with whom he shared an intimate relationship and with whom he would collaborate when there was a chance to gain some new insight. Once, when returning from a trip, he told me (T.H.G.) joyfully how he replied to the taxi cab driver's query ''Where to?" with "It doesn't matter, they want me everywhere."

Bernd was born in Frankfurt during the closing days of the First World War. His father, a well-to-do merchant, died when he was very young and the family, consisting of his mother and his younger sister Judith, moved a short distance away to the small town of Koenigstein/Tanunus in 1924. He attended primary school and went three or four years to the Realgymnasium. His mother created a free, intellectual, and indulgent atmosphere. Judith remembers seeing "smoke rising from the corner of his room in which he was experimenting." Little more is known about the family history, but the imprint of those early days made a lasting impression. The first thing Bernd unpacked during his frequent traveling in later life was his mother's portrait. His mother, sensing the Third Reich, sent Bernd, at the age of fourteen, to college at the Knabeninstitute auf dem Rosenberg, St. Gallen, Switzerland. That was the end of his German family life. Every Yom Kippur Bernd would renew his heritage (of his grandparents, only his paternal grandmother was not Jewish) by fasting and attending the most orthodox synagogue he could find wherever he happened to be. During the rest of the year religion itself was only a