Tom Stoppard just died - he became English - yet forever Bohemian.

His plays, writing, well known but this little paragraph:

“What an extraordinary idea. People are not the world, they are merely a recent and transitory product of it. The world is ten million years old. If you think of that period condensed into one year beginning on the first of January, then people do not make their appearance in it until the thirty-first of December; or to be more precise, in the last forty seconds of that day”