Funny but heartbreaking stuff:
Rage would be beside the point for the same reason. Instead, I am badly oppressed by a gnawing sense of waste. I had real plans for my next decade and felt I’d worked hard enough to earn it. Will I really not live to see my children married? To watch the World Trade Center rise again? To read—if not indeed write—the obituaries of elderly villains like Henry Kissinger and Joseph Ratzinger?I must admit that was my first though when I heard he was sick- Hitch better live long enough to write a nasty anti-obit of Kissinger.