A couple of years ago, I was in Uncle Hugo’s, the preeminent science fiction bookstore of the midwest, filling out my Robert Asprin collection. The counter clerk told me that Asprin had died only a few days before, clutching a Terry Pratchett novel, no less. I said that was too bad, but if you had to go, you could do worse that to go while reading Pratchett. Then the clerk asked another clerk, “Are we putting warning labels on the Pratchett shelf?”
A couple of years ago, I was in Uncle Hugo’s, the preeminent science fiction bookstore of the midwest, filling out my Robert Asprin collection. The counter clerk told me that Asprin had died only a few days before, clutching a Terry Pratchett novel, no less. I said that was too bad, but if you had to go, you could do worse that to go while reading Pratchett. Then the clerk asked another clerk, “Are we putting warning labels on the Pratchett shelf?”