Abstract
My intellectual partnership with Linda Datcher Loury began 37 years ago at MIT. It ended with her tragic, premature death last September. As a husband and a father, I will miss my wife tremendously, of course. And, as a scholar, I will see things a little less clearly, express myself a bit less surely, and ponder the often incomprehensible nature of social life with less confidence without my intellectual companion and life partner. The light of my understanding has grown dimmer and the path ahead is unclear.
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