In typical fashion, Roger Ebert took to the Internet Tuesday night to share the news with his loyal blog followers that the disease that had robbed him of his voice, but not his determination to share his love of cinema, had returned. He warned that he would have to cut back on his reviewing output for the Chicago Sun-Times, where he had happily toiled for 46 years.
He also insisted that he would not be taking a leave of absence, but a “leave of presence.”
Poor sod. Vale. A more measured response sometime tomorrow. Meanwhile:
“I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state,” he wrote. “I am grateful for the gifts of intelligence, love, wonder and laughter. You can’t say it wasn’t interesting.”