While I expected this, doomed with cancer as he was, I found I was surprised nonetheless. Maybe because he was closer to my own age than I thought. (He was 62, I'm 54.) A man I never knew nor even met, what captivated me, what I admired, what I envied about Christopher Hitchens was his facility with the English language, both written and spoken. The only other person to have a similar effect on me was William F. Buckley, Jr., and I was similarly saddened when he passed away almost four years ago. (I'm heartened, literally, that my son finds WFB, Jr., through video on the Internet, as captivating as I did.)
I won't try to improve--because I'm not capable--on the numerous memorials already penned and published by so many from both the political left and right. (please see aldaily.com) I will only say that I will miss him. R.I.P.
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