Talk by Imogen Green 

James would have been so touched to see everyone here today. I have many, wonderful memories of our time together. 

I remember just over 4 years ago while on holiday in Luca, Tuscany, James' poolside reading was David Deutsch's "The Fabric of Reality". He was struck immediately by the impact of that book which lead him to explore at length Quantum Physics and theories such as Everett’s "many worlds interpretation". James believed that the universe is branching off every ‘Planck Time’ into an infinite number of other universes. So as you fix yourself a drink in this universe, you go for a walk in many others. 


David Deutsch calls this collection of universes the ‘multiverse’. James was fascinated by this unorthodox view and wrote several papers on Quantum Physics. He also found this compatible with his Buddhist beliefs, such that an article of his was published in The Middle Way; a Buddhist publication. 

We spent many, happy weekends renovating & decorating James' cottage in Cambridgeshire. James loved nothing better than having friends to stay at Orchard Cottage with noisy dinners around the kitchen table discussing the ‘multiverse’ and playing the 'hat' game by3 the fire. The garden was a real joy to James & he was never happier than when he beat everyone at croquet.

Also, I have wonderful, recent memories of James. We flew to Biarritz & San Sebastian over Easter. In May we travelled to New York meeting up with his brother and enjoyed picnics at his Château in the Dordogne. In July we met up in St Moritz for the wedding of our friends, Clifton & Sascha. James was delighted to be an usher and took great pride in his role. During the last few days of James' life, he saw a great many of his old, dear friends which strikes a poignant note in many of the letters of condolence that I've received since.

I know that James would be asking us all now to abandon our ideas of time, identity and death in the traditional sense. James is in the "multiverse" still flying his 'plane and doing something that he truly loves.

And now a poem: 


Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806-61

Sonnets from the Portuguese


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.