There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!
Terry Pratchett, The Truth
Terry Pratchett, one of my favorite authors—dare I say my
very favorite author—died today of complications of Alzheimer disease. I have
written here about him and his books before.
One or more of his books has always accompanied me on the
many trips I have taken on airplanes to see my family in Southern California,
and will continue to do so.
Except there won’t be any more new ones.
It is hard to imagine what it will like not having any more stories about Commander Vimes, or Moist von Lipwig, or Rincewind and the Luggage, or Death and his granddaughter Susan, or the characters I think I will miss most of all, Tiffany Aching and the band of Nac Mac Feegles.
The notice of his death was posted in true Terry Pratchett
fashion on his Twitter account -- perhaps he arranged for this himself, before he died:
"AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER."
Terry took Death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black
desert under the endless night. The End.
2 comments:
How nice that he wrote his own last message:)
What was so very clever about this "tweet" was that Death as a character appeared at least once in almost all of TPs novels and was the main character in several novels, and there was almost always some humor involved in the exchange between Death and the soul he was collecting.
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