In passing, why do we fear death? For our sins? Rather, isn't it the tremendous
inherent human curiosity to know what is going to happen to-morrow that causes
us to wince at the thought of annihilation? A subconscious resentment against
the idea of entering darkness while our neighbour will proceed with his petty
affairs as usual?
"It's nip and tuck," said the doctor; "but we'll pull him through. I must tell somebody—and
you would understand. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart
fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links
in their hands. "
"I tell you what, Jack," said Gay, "I've several urgent engagements this morning;
but I'll return to-morrow, and hear the rest of your story. That’s why I come to tell you. ’
She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. “Well, I do. ”
“You could never be that,” he answered, “but you are at least more serious than
usual. From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the
whole island went to sleep. “That is very nice of you,” she said. Then began expostulations, preluded by a
telegram and headed by her aunt.
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