Jean Baker
Colleague and Friend
In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Jean Baker
Colleague and Friend
In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.