A Wise Man Musing

Pat Rothfuss has been on tour promoting A Wise Man's Fear, his muchly anticipated sequel to The Name of the Wind, and he writes here, in a very charming way, about returning to his infant son:

At some point Sarah asks me if I’m crying, and I tell her that no, in fact I’m weeping, thank you very much. Because weeping is slightly more dignified, as it’s derived from the Old English wepan shedding of tears, not the the sissy Old French crier which implies a wailing noise.

I really enjoyed The Name of the Wind, and I'm excited to read the sequel but it's also nice to think that an author whose work I enjoy, at least viewed through the cataract of his blog, is a nice person. I don't get that sense from all the artists I admire.