A few days ago, I started Christopher Hitchens’ latest essay in Vanity Fair. I put it down before I had finished it, wanting to save it, wondering how many days he had left with us and, selfishly, wondering how many future articles of his to which I could look forward.
I cried a little this morning when I heard the news that he is gone. The world has lost an incredible writer, observer and a very brave soul. I have long admired his sharp intellect and courageous attacks. I have, like everyone, disagreed with him from time to time (I know many of his fans would choose the war with Iraq as their evidence of his fallibility, but instead I point to his silly essay about women comedians to state emphatically that women are funny; to wit: Tina Fey), but more often than not, I have finished a Hitchens article in awe of his biting intolerance for corruption, his confidence in his moral compass and his capacity for knowledge and truth. Mr. Hitchens, you will be missed by so many. Thank you for all of the gifts you gave us.
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