“behold a pale horse”

He was a man of little wealth, but great taste, infinite jest, a mind and wit of Toledo steel, with a beautiful sense of the darkest irony; a master of the classical allusion. The sort of man whose tide of personality invited you to surf the big waves of life’s winter storms or sent you clamoring up the beach to remain a shy observer; erudite with a restless curiosity not uncommon to those who live on the crests of the storm tide. He lived in many forms, in many eras, but always as himself. He was my colleague, a chum, a friend. And yes, he had sympathy for the devil.

RIP: J.L.

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3 responses to ““behold a pale horse”

  1. Amen, sir! Beautifully said. He was indeed one of a kind.

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  2. Tears and deep sigh. You are a lovely man.

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  3. Thank you, Rick. What a beautiful, prose poem of a tribute. I miss him so much.

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