IT IS A pleasant circumstance that one of the most versatile and dynamic men of our time should have been a physician, a senator, a poet, and an Irishman. And it is the Irish ingredient of the personality that provides the drama and the incalculable magic of the story.
Ireland is a land of saints, of song, and of talk. It is also, in a less celebrated way, the country of a group of illustrious physicians (the Dublin School of Graves, Stokes, Dominic Corrigan, and Colles). Oliver St. John Gogarty combined characteristics of all four groups. He was born out of time to our delight. His life was one long quest for beauty and for what the Greeks called areté, and this coupled with an immense zest for living. He was a wit, a poet, a "character" who in his prime was Dublin's "daily expectation," a classical scholar, an athlete,