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THE death of Emile Boutroux at the age y of seventy-six is the loss not only of one who has been for a generation a central figure in the circle of French philosophy, known everywhere in Europe and America, but also of one who by the charm of his personality seemed to embody all that is most attractive in the French genius. It will necessarily cast a gloom on the meeting of the Société Francaise de Philosophie which is to be held in Paris between Christmas and the New Year and to which English, American, and Italian philosophical societies are sending delegates, for he was to have been its président d'honneur. To those who have known him at former international philosophical congresses his loss will mean much more than his vacant chair.
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C., H. Emile Boutroux. Nature 108, 441 (1921). https://doi.org/10.1038/108441a0
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DOI: https://doi.org/10.1038/108441a0