The other day, I was having dinner at
Lindy's, reading the new Terry Pratchett (Unseen Academicals), and enjoying my dinner of Eggs Benedict. Lindy's is the kind of place where conversation between people, especially if you're sitting at the counter, is practically expected. So there I am, soaking up egg and hollandaise on my home fries and chortling gently at one of Sir Terry's observations on the world, and one of the other patrons (male, thirties) asks how I like the book.
"It's good, he's always good for a fun read." I say (or words to that effect). To which the response was, as said gentleman got up to leave;
"Terry Pratchett is the greatest living Libertarian writer."
All I could do was sit there, my mouth open and egg on my face as he turned and walked out the door. I can describe Terry Pratchett in many ways, but I *think* he'd be insulted by being called a Libertarian....