My memories of Robert are many and varied.  I felt a great respect for him whilst he was alive and since his passing I have felt the lose of a great friend.  Robert always found time for me.  Often I would be surprised by  the amount of time he would put aside for our conversations.  He would tell me stories of the various writers of the manuscripts in his collections or the leading theologians that I found compelling to listen too.  I would ask Robert many questions and he was always ready to answer.  Robert allowed me to take photos in his studio and took me to see St Saviours when he had placed some of his library there.  One of my foundest memories was whilst in the Barbican studio.  Patti had just come in to remind Robert that he had a meeting booked in 20 minutes.  Robert had just shown me a rare work from Ethopia and then started to tell me about a book I might be interested in. His ability to create a drama and act out the part of a person was great for me.  As his stature was made larger by the fact he had climbed up several rungs of a ladder in his library.  Whilst at the same time reading from a small book called nine and a half mystics.  After his dramatic enactment of one of the mystics in the book we both laughted and then Robert took me around to Joes for a cup of tea and some sandwhiches.