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January 8, 2016

I cannot imagine my permanent oblivion, but that does not mean to say that it is not coming.


As to the process of dying, I admit to a rather strange attitude towards it:
I look forward to it with a certain clinical interest. My only regret is that I shall not be able to make use of the experience or to describe it in writing, for death is the country from which no foreign correspondent files (unless you are Spiritualist). It is true that I have on more than one occasion been nigh unto death, but a miss is as good as a nigh. Where death is concerned, we must accept no substitutes as genuine or authentic. A near death experience is not the experience of actually dying. And Death Shall Have Its Dominion > Theodore Dalrymple

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 8, 2016 4:41 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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