“Do not underestimate this anger. This anger was the engine that powered Good Omens.”
Sir Terry Pratchett
Fury was what Neil Gaiman believed powered Pratchett’s wonderful world of Ankh-Morport. Always self-deprecating and fully aware, Prachett’s dementia and his country’s inability to grant him choice in time and manner of passing must have gnawed away at him.
Like many others close and distant, Pratchett’s passing was always coming. Despite his attempts teach us about death, invariably by mocking it to death (for how can we blame a reaper who was merely good at doing his job) our courted laughter on the subject almost always rings weak.
More importantly, Pratchett always taught us about life.
‘It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.’
Like many others, I adored Terry Prachett not only for his brilliant sense of humor but his ability to dissect life in the most fantastical way. Each sentence, carefully layered with context. Every thought, expressed with the purpose of life.
Thank you Terry Pratchett. For rippling into my life.