The Oxford Book of DeathDennis Joseph Enright Oxford University Press, 1987 - 351 psl. "Reading for this anthology," writes D.J. Enright, "I was moved to the thought that on no theme have writers shown themselves more lively." A survivor of Belsen voiced the same sentiment when, reflecting on the concentration camps, he wrote, "When in death we are in the midst of life." By turns poignant, tragic, comic, and inspiring, this anthology of thoughts about death ranges from ancient times to the present day--including almost 900 selections by poets, novelists, philosophers, scientists, and common people. Arranged under headings such as "Love," "War," "Last Words," and "Children," these selections show the varied, sometimes surprising, reactions of the dying and the bereaved to the final human act. |
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... Alistair Elliot In Prague , a rabbi , name of Pelf , Through Satan's magic came to gain Such powers that even Death himself Belched flames against him , but in vain . In spite of all , though , Death won out 68 The Hour of Death.
... Alistair Elliot In Prague , a rabbi , name of Pelf , Through Satan's magic came to gain Such powers that even Death himself Belched flames against him , but in vain . In spite of all , though , Death won out 68 The Hour of Death.
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... Alistair Elliot ' Art thou the grave of Charidas ? ' ' If for Arimmas ' son , The Cyrenean , you inquire , I am the very one . ' ' How goes it , Charidas , below ? ' ' Much gloom . ' ' And the way back ? ' ' A lie , there is none ...
... Alistair Elliot ' Art thou the grave of Charidas ? ' ' If for Arimmas ' son , The Cyrenean , you inquire , I am the very one . ' ' How goes it , Charidas , below ? ' ' Much gloom . ' ' And the way back ? ' ' A lie , there is none ...
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... Alistair Elliot Dear little Mosca , so they called you , I don't know why , this evening almost in the dark , while I was reading Deutero - Isaiah you reappeared beside me , but without your glasses , so that you could not see me ...
... Alistair Elliot Dear little Mosca , so they called you , I don't know why , this evening almost in the dark , while I was reading Deutero - Isaiah you reappeared beside me , but without your glasses , so that you could not see me ...
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