I will join the chorus of tributes at the passing of the great Terry Pratchett.
This prolific author was clearly one of the finest writers in the English language, his writing is the very essence of the term “wit”. Sly, understated, and funny, his fictional world was (is!) so deeply and beautifully human it made me a better person to have read him.
There is no need to review his life work. There is too much, and I loved all of it. If you haven’t read Pratchett, then, for goodness sake stop right now and goread everything of his that you can get. it’s important.
It is sad to see him go. But he lived well, and surely was loved by millions. We all must die eventually, we cannot do better than to be live on in beautiful stories.
The main thing I regret is that there won’t be any more Pratchett to read.
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