More sad news to add to the start of this year. First David Bowie, and now Alan Rickman. Both 69, both died of cancer.
Rickman was simply one of the greatest actors of our time. And a great humanist. Marvelous actor, marvelous man. Why do such beautiful people have to go, while monsters like Dick Cheney still walk about?
Here's an obituary from The Guardian. And a beautiful tribute to him by his friend Katherine Viner.
And here's an excerpt from the poem "Rugby Chapel" by Matthew Arnold:
What is the course of the lifeOf mortal men on the earth?—Most men eddy aboutHere and there—eat and drink,Chatter and love and hate,Gather and squander, are raisedAloft, are hurl'd in the dust,Striving blindly, achievingNothing; and then they die—Perish;—and no one asksWho or what they have been,More than he asks what waves,In the moonlit solitudes mildOf the midmost Ocean, have swell'd,Foam'd for a moment, and gone.
And there are some, whom a thirstArdent, unquenchable, fires,Not with the crowd to be spent,Not without aim to go roundIn an eddy of purposeless dust,Effort unmeaning and vain.Ah yes! some of us striveNot without action to dieFruitless, but something to snatchFrom dull oblivion, nor allGlut the devouring grave!