Studying paleography and chironomy with him one summer was one of the great spiritual experiences of my life, and more precious for being so totally unexpected, (the whole atmosphere at the Chant Institute was so utterly different without his presence....)
I had vaguely hoped to visit Carthagena again before the Big Move, and informally "interview" him - the story of what happened and how what happened happened in the '60s haunts me. And so few are left who remember.
He was a saint, I believe, and I am in possession of several second class relics.
Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei. Requiescat in pace.