“In the Ramtop village, where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock he wound up winds down — until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.”
The above is just one of the many examples of the wisdom that lurks beneath the whimsy in the writings of the late Terry Pratchett. Last week saw one more of those ripples when the cook and social campaigner Jack Monroe referenced a passage from one of his Discworld books while explaining that traditional measures of inflation do not show how price rises disproportionately hit the poorest.
