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Professor Robinson, a longtime member of the Department of Philosophy at the University of Toronto, where he was emeritus, was well-known for his work in ancient philosophy, perhaps most especially his Plato's Psychology (1970). The Toronto memorial notice is here. Comments are open for remembrances from those who knew Professor Robinson or for those who wish to comment on the significance of his work.
(Thanks to Professor George Boys-Stones for the pointer.)
One the two best courses I took in graduate school at the Univerity of Toronto was T.M. Robinson’s upper-division undergraduate class on Plato’s Theory of Forms. I had only taken a few philosophy courses for my BA and didn’t quite know what to expect. I was excited, as I was a Platonist of sorts (was, until the end of the term). One of things that impressed me was Professor Robinson’s pedagogy. He was very clear, well-organized, knowledgeable, fascinating, etc. It was a splendid course. But what most impressed me was the index card he normally brought to class, tucked in a book. He would usually look at the card, put it down, and the class would start. I don’t remember notes, just an index card, with a few words scribbled on one side. I tried that in upper division classes many, many years later, a pale but reverent imitation of my great teacher.
Tom Robinson was a very close family friend. I always enjoyed talking philosophy with him, and his patience, enthusiasm, and knowledge were remarkable. But what I can add is that he was one the the kindest and most charming people I have ever know. He and is wife Erna Paris (now also deceased) showed endless kindness to me and my family, in particularly by opening their home to us to stay whenever we were visiting Toronto.
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