They’ve been left to weigh all they knew about him against the weirdly proprietary claims of his fans.

Also, a nagging sense adulthood’s rude surprises lurked whisper close—a long creeping shadow…

So: haer’s tae us. Wha’s li’ us? Deem few ‘n’ theer a deed; ‘n’ mairs the pity! RIP Dick. Thanks for letting us in.