THE simplest things are often the most profound. The birth of a child, the stars in an outback sky, the touch of a lover, the death of a friend. So it has been with the passing of Maurice Brockwell.

THE simplest things are often the most profound. The birth of a child, the stars in an outback sky, the touch of a lover, the death of a friend. So it has been with the passing of Maurice Brockwell.