“Heart failure, it explains nothing! I have yet to meet a corpse whose heart it still beats.”
“My heart may be black but it was still capable of heart failure.”
“He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating - and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived in the wide world outside.”
“be still my beating heart...”
“Be still my non-beating heart.”
“Oh, be still my beating heart. I offer no contest to your words.”