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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... walk a quadrillion kilometres in the dark ( we've adopted the metric system , you know ) and when he has finished ... walking not a quadrillion kilometres but a quadrillion of quadrillions , raised to the quadrillionth power ! In fact ...
... walk a quadrillion kilometres in the dark ( we've adopted the metric system , you know ) and when he has finished ... walking not a quadrillion kilometres but a quadrillion of quadrillions , raised to the quadrillionth power ! In fact ...
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... walking On Montmartre with Pauline . With a crown of everlastings Come to decorate and sigh Pauvre homme ! to my grave , Sadness welling in her eye . Pity , I live too high up And I can't produce a seat For my darling here . Oh , she's ...
... walking On Montmartre with Pauline . With a crown of everlastings Come to decorate and sigh Pauvre homme ! to my grave , Sadness welling in her eye . Pity , I live too high up And I can't produce a seat For my darling here . Oh , she's ...
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... walking all alone , beneath a yew , And talking to himself , first met his sight : ' You must begone , ' said Death , ' these walks are mine . ' Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight ; Yet ere he parted said , " This hour is ...
... walking all alone , beneath a yew , And talking to himself , first met his sight : ' You must begone , ' said Death , ' these walks are mine . ' Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight ; Yet ere he parted said , " This hour is ...
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