“Suicide was against the law. Johnny had wondered why. It meant that if you missed, or the gas ran out, or the rope broke, you could get locked up in prison to show you that life was really very jolly and throughly worth living.”

Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett - “Suicide was against the law. Johnny...” 1

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