“He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.'I lean over. My hair smothers him.'Then you should never have been born,' I say.”
“Victim: I don't want to die!Sita: Then you should never have been born”
“I don't want to die!""Then you should never been born.”
“John: 'Have mercy. I don't want to die!'Sita: 'Then you should never have been born.”
“I slid over to the edge of the bed and leaned back, letting my hair fall onto him."Ack!" he cried. "Don't scare me like that!”
“They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.”