I read Watership Down over forty years ago or so.
The edition I read had a cover like the one pictured here.
It was an evocative piece of fantasy fiction. About rabbits.
Far cooler than Harry Potter.
There was an animated movie that featured Art Garfunkel’s song Bright Eyes.
I even remember an episode of The Goodies that spoofed its plot.
It’s author, Richard Adams died at the age of 96. Hardly an untimely victim of the curse of 2016.
The website dedicated to the book, and Adams’ other works published this quote from Watership Down in a post confirming his death:
‘It seemed to Hazel that he would not be needing his body any more, so he left it lying on the edge of the ditch, but stopped for a moment to watch his rabbits and to try to get used to the extraordinary feeling that strength and speed were flowing inexhaustibly out of him into their sleek young bodies and healthy senses.
“You needn’t worry about them,” said his companion. “They’ll be alright – and thousands like them.”’