Christopher Hitchens is dead.
I was going to attempt to write something eloquent about my feelings on the matter, but I really just don’t have the words.
I think I will purchase a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black this evening and drink in his honor.
Here’s to you, Mr. Hitchens. I wish I’d had the honor of knowing you and your work sooner. I can only offer up my gratitude, far too late, for enriching my poor life.