Kevin Myers: What a glorious, wonderful, perfect mind Jon had; humane and patient. He was demanding of his students, and they gave richly in reply
Published 03/02/2012 | 17:00
THE chalk-streams and rivers of southern England are a paradise for anglers, that most patient and cerebral of all sportsmen.
I envy the mind of the fly-fisherman; I covet his patience and his dextrous skill as he lightly alights his fly on to the surface of some stream, that its barbed allure might seduce the curious instincts of the trout.
I personally know nothing of this angling world. It is too elusive, too subtle, too tranquil for my cumbrous impetuosities; but I love what I read about the cunning of the fish, shrewdly studying the movements of the false-fly on the surface, judging, inquiring, nibbling and then – usually – vanishing. And I love the mind of the fly-fisher, but never so much as when it is also that of a great neuroscientist, such as Jon Driver.