r.i.p. hunter

I was 21 when I first picked up "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." I didn't expect the book to surprise me. But there was one small line, buried in a hundred pages of humans acting like turds, one moment of lucidity when Hunter looks back on the sixties and remembers thinking that they were about to make the world a better place.

"We were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. You can almost see the high-water mark -- the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back." Rest in peace, Hunter