Thoughts about death
«It’s because life’s most disturbing intensity is death. It’s because death is so unjust. It’s because once on has tasted life, death does not have seem natural. I had though – secretly I was certain – that life goes on and on.»
«He went under feeling far from felled, anything but doomed, eager yet again to be fulfilled, but nonetheless, he never woke up. Cardiac arrest. He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he’d feared from the start.»
Philip Roth, Everyman, p. 169 e 182
«It’s because life’s most disturbing intensity is death. It’s because death is so unjust. It’s because once on has tasted life, death does not have seem natural. I had though – secretly I was certain – that life goes on and on.»
«He went under feeling far from felled, anything but doomed, eager yet again to be fulfilled, but nonetheless, he never woke up. Cardiac arrest. He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he’d feared from the start.»
Philip Roth, Everyman, p. 169 e 182
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