One of the keenest pleasures of these years has been my friendship, a friendship in which my wife shared, with Victor Purcell, and one of the losses over which I most grieve is his death in January, 1965... A little later I rejoiced in his witty verses written under the pseudonym of Myra Buttle (a pun for My Rebuttal).... He came again to visit us in December, little more than a fortnight before his death, aud suddenly we felt, as he said, that we were old friends, though we had seen each other so little.
Source: The Autobiography of Bertrand Russell, v.3 chap. 4
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