Perhaps oddly, there was something about Christopher Hitchens that I liked, even admired. Certainly he was a masterful writer. He was also a careful thinker. And there was a visceral honesty to his work, a realism, that I found compelling. Of course, he was a deeply bitter person; a man who seemed to resent the world. I found his writings on religion un-compelling and to listen to him debate religious topics was, frankly, painful. But in the end, he was a man of principle and a master craftsman. He will be missed.