Faculty Portraits

To call D.W. Robertson Jr. “terrifying” seems an error. He was my thesis adviser and always welcomed me into his office in McCosh. He was very chatty, and I mostly remember him complaining that since two of his advisees were writing on Blake, he would have to read some of that stuff. 

I laugh even now to consider his gentle grumbling on the subject of reading anything written after 1400. He was a sweet man.