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I know what’s wrong with me – I could never stand still for death! Which you’ve got to do by a certain age, or be ridiculous – you’ve got to stand there nobly and serene, and let death run his tape on your arms and around your belly and up your crotch until he’s got you fitted for that black suit. And I can’t, I won’t!… So I’m left with wrestling with this anachronistic energy which God has charged me with and I will use it till the dirt is shoveled in my mouth! Life! Life! Fuck death and dying!
