At 84, William Ernest Hocking isas he himself has saidsomething of a "solitary fighter" among philosophers. Since the death of his wife in 1955, he has lived in his farmhouse in Madison, N.H. with only a housekeeper to help him. A courtly man who is seldom without a pocketful of seed for the birds about his place, he works by himself from 8:30 each morning to 10 at night in a spacious stone library, takes time out only to do a little painting, putter about the grounds, play on his electric organ, or chop a stack of firewood. But out...
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