A Very Easy Death

And that evening too, as I looked at her arm, into which there was flowing a life that was no longer anything but sickness and torment, I asked myself why?

drowning her heart’s complaints with noise.

dark rings round her eyes, her face thin and a pinched look about her nose.

She had a good deal of pain and she slept badly in spite of the six aspirins she took every day.

All men must die: but for every man his death is an accident and, even if he knows it and consents to it, an unjustifiable violation.

‘He is certainly of an age to die.’ The sadness of the old; their banishment: most of them do not think that this age has yet come for them. I too made use of this cliché, and that when I was referring to my mother.

Time vanishes behind those who leave this world, and the older I get the more my past years draw together.

Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consolation for death.

A hard task, dying, when one loves life so much.

I would promise myself that this time I should find things to talk about, a common ground of understanding.