Sir Arthur C. Clarke has died. Alas, he didn’t live to see his 90th birthday wish granted: seeing evidence of extraterrestial life in his lifetime.
Update: This reminiscence of Arthur from Michael Moorcock strikes me as being a truer appreciation than those other po-faced pieces that I’ve read this last week. Thank god for Moorcock.
Update 2: Timothy Kincaid, over at Box Turtle Bulletin, also publishes an appreciation of Arthur that acknowledges more about the man than more of his "official" obituaries did. I’m only sorry that I’ll be long dead before Clarke’s private papers are revealed to the world in 2058.

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