The Oxford Book of DeathDennis Joseph Enright Oxford University Press, 1983 - 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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... rest . In the long run everything that happens is , as it were , no more than the initial disturbance of a perpetual state of rest which forever attempts to re - establish itself . . . Thoughts of death pile up to an astonishing degree ...
... rest . In the long run everything that happens is , as it were , no more than the initial disturbance of a perpetual state of rest which forever attempts to re - establish itself . . . Thoughts of death pile up to an astonishing degree ...
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... rest of mankind will fully collaborate . ) There is a further option seldom chosen . That option is to let the deepest elements in you disclose their deepest information . If there is nothing but nonbeing and oblivion waiting for us ...
... rest of mankind will fully collaborate . ) There is a further option seldom chosen . That option is to let the deepest elements in you disclose their deepest information . If there is nothing but nonbeing and oblivion waiting for us ...
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... Rest in soft peace , and , ask'd , say here doth lie BEN JONSON his best piece of poetry . For whose sake , henceforth , all his vows be such , As what he loves may never like too much . JONSON , ' On My First Son ' Yesterday morning ...
... Rest in soft peace , and , ask'd , say here doth lie BEN JONSON his best piece of poetry . For whose sake , henceforth , all his vows be such , As what he loves may never like too much . JONSON , ' On My First Son ' Yesterday morning ...
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