For those such as me who knew him only by his books, magazine articles, and fuzzy film of old days but who brought us heightened passion for the mountains and deepened for us the very essence of climbing by his spirit and achievements, his death is galling. As I look to the pictures of him on this thread, I rail to think he is gone.  How, I ask, can such a giant of the peaks, a man so vital, inspiring and physically beautiful through all his days be taken by something as common and inexplicable as death? I wanted him, no expected him against all reason, to live forever. Now I can offer only paltry words – goodbye great one.

Supertopo post, May 31, 2013