“How’s the patient?” asked Derby.“Dead to the world.”“But not actually dead.”“No.”“How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
“How nice-to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
“How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
“How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
“You should be dead," he said, his voice full of wonder. "How is it that you're still alive?" Jaw clenched, I worked at his grip on me, trying to get my fingers between him and my wrist. "I work hard at it.”
“How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It is over.”