In memoriam for that wonderful writer Diana Wynne Jones, who died yesterday.Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.Edna St Vincent Millay, 'Dirge Without Music', from The Buck in the Snow (1928)
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