Previously happy-go-lucky and popular, he was now moody, argumentative, and given to profane outbursts. He was just “no longer Gage,” as one old friend reported sadly. As often happens to people with frontal lobe damage, he had no insight into his condition and didn’t understand that he had changed. Unable to settle, he drifted from New England to South America and on to San Francisco, where he died aged thirty-six after falling prey to seizures.
