ABSTRACT
I first met Charles Berg some twenty-six years ago, quite casually, at the Tavistock Clinic where we were both working. He was waiting for someone else when I came in and we entered into conversation. I did not know who he was then, but from the first he impressed me, not only by his looks, but by his pleasant and charming manner. After talking for a few minutes I appreciated that he was immensely erudite, and knew much more about psychotherapy than I did. Yet his talk was casual and he never made any attempt to impress anyone.
