I Miss Terry Pratchett

There is a theory, not necessarily a really good theory, but a theory nevertheless, that all memories are a kind of furniture in the head. The good ones are armchairs. The painful ones are filing cabinets, usually full. And then there are the memories that are neither: the ones that arrive uninvited, settle in, and start terrorising the other occupants by kicking over the chairs. Sir Terry Pratche...