his life and learned Russian well enough to produce translations of the poems of Boris Pasternak and Alexander Blok. He escaped from Edinburgh and the rigours of his research to his cottage at Parton, Kirkcudbright, spending time in his garden and working on his poetry. He was a complex man, with a disconcertingly dry sense of humour.
from The Guardian: David Summers obituary
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