Ένα κείμενο που αξίζει να διαβαστεί, κι ας είναι μεγαλούτσικο. Οι σκέψεις ενός πολύ ενδιαφέροντος κυρίου, 93 Μαϊων παρακαλώ.
"I’ve been asking myself why I don’t think about my approaching visitor, death. He was often on my mind thirty or forty years ago, I believe, though more of a stranger. Death terrified me then, because I had so many engagements. The enforced opposite—no dinner dates or coming attractions, no urgent business, no fun, no calls, no errands, no returned words or touches—left a blank that I could not light or furnish: a condition I recognized from childhood bad dreams and sudden awakenings. Well, not yet, not soon, or probably not, I would console myself, and that welcome but then tediously repeated postponement felt in time less like a threat than like a family obligation-......"
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