On hearing of Christopher Hitchens’s death this morning, my first thoughts went to something he had once said as a play on Socrates:
The unlived life is not worth examining.
Christopher Hitchens lived a life worth examining. May his future biographers do him justice. In the furnace of this world, he appears never to have cracked, Oedipus-like, plucking out his eyes in wishful thinking, denial, or madness. Like his chief hero, George Orwell, Christopher Hitchens was the very profile of a man who lived vigorously and bravely, and spoke the truth directly. That’s saying something.
That’s actually saying a lot.