ABSTRACT
Through all the years that I knew Robert Nemiroff, he always had a remarkable ability to convey his inner state. Sometimes he could mesmerize and completely capture, at other moments he could become immersed in a self-indulgent catharsis and lose his power and potential audience. He was ignorant of how to harness and control this unusual ability. When it was working, it was an amazing gift; when it derailed, calamity often struck.
