One of the last long-form pieces he wrote, I believe, appeared in our pages; it concerned the sale of his beloved boat, Patito. Here's how it ended:
... sailing can have so many rapturous moments, and there are accompanying pleasures. When you are in a harbor, there may be four congenial people around the table, eating and drinking and conversing, listening to music and smoking cigars, the wind and the hail and the temperature outside faced up to and faced down. Here, in your secure little anchorage, is a compound of life's social pleasures in the womb of nature. So, deciding that the time has come to sell the Patito and forfeit all that is not lightly done, and it brings to mind the step yet ahead, which is giving up life itself.
Few men were more ready to enter that undiscovered country, I would venture, than WFB. Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine; et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Ok, not to be a total jerk (RIP WFB) but are we really supposed to take this seriously? There's really no better way to embrace mother nature than sitting back with a glass of Dalmore and a Cohiba Red Dot aboard one's Hinckley! This is what demonstrates WFB's readiness to "enter that undiscovered country"....?
On the other hand, one of the more refreshing/amusing things about wfb was that he so brazenly embodied the conservative stereotype. Like I said, rip.
Posted by berger | February 27, 2008 1:41 PM