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The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on--only henceforth in my absence. (It's the second of those thoughts: the edition of the newspaper that will come out on the day after I have gone, that is the more distressing.) Much more horrible, though, would be the announcement that the party was continuing forever, and that I was forbidden to leave. Whether it was a hellishly bad party or a party that was perfectly heavenly in every respect, the moment that it became eternal and compulsory would be the precise moment that it began to pall.
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heaven
death
life
obituary
meaning-of-life
eternal-life
atheism
despair
hell
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Christopher Hitchens |
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When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit
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romance
love
obituary
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Nicole Krauss |
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Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
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obituary
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James Joyce |
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I don't care if the New York Times writes an obituary for me. I just want you to write one. ... You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.
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relationship
love
obituary
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John Green |
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As the cleansing ocean closes over bin Laden's carcass, may the earth lie lightly on the countless graves of those he sentenced without compunction to be burned alive or dismembered in the street.
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mass-murder
death-of-osama-bin-laden
obituary
osama-bin-laden
september-11-attacks
fascism
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Christopher Hitchens |
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The obituary writers drew their incomplete sketches, touring through his life like travelers to England who do not ever see swans, sheep, bicycles, and blue eyes.
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travelers
obituary
sheep
blue-eyes
england
swans
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Mark Helprin |
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Yet for quixotic reasons--namely, that I enjoyed writing obits--I had decided to scale back on articles about city life in order to write exclusively about the city's dead. For even less money. It was a strange and inexplicable career move.
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death
obituary
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Avi Steinberg |