#RIPTerryJones, Hermit of the Juniper, Mum of Brian

What are we but the culmination of idle hours, flailing limbs, and rampant cogitations? In the misery of to-day, in the whirling entropy of grief, I have accidentally remembered that all those I love named Terry are now gone.

Terrance Hanbury White. Sir Terry Pratchett. Terry Jones.

Heaven, or something like it, must be a grand old place, with such a collection of giants to furnish its halls, the palladiums to guard its troves and offer pedantic tirades to all. Of course nobody is educated...