ABSTRACT
The untimely death of Maurice Friedman on 1 November 1989 left a marked void in the North London analytic scene. I had known him well since 1969, when he and I were both on the Clinic Directorate. I recall that the immediate impression he gave was one of warmth and good humour, and he seemed an attractive, unusual person. I lost touch with him for some years, when he was both more occupied outside the Society, primarily with Kingsbury Child Guidance Clinic, which he helped to found and build, and also not well some of the time. Then I began to widen my consultation practice, and from the mid 1970s onwards, I often saw and spoke to him, as he became one of the most valuable people on my private list of analysts and therapists to whom to make referrals.
