Douglas Adams
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
Douglas Adams hovers in the firmanent of great writers in much the same way that hacks don’t.
He has been a constant companion of mine ever since I repeatedly devoured the original Hitchhiker’s trilogy several epochs ago. No matter which universe he was writing in, Adams was a joy to read.
He hoped and prayed that there wasn’t an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn’t an afterlife.
He was taken much too, much too soon. I can only hope that he is still going strong in several alternate dimensions, because he is greatly missed in this one.