Sheer
flummery! It is with Death as it is with God--we call them good because
we are afraid of what they can do to us. That accounts for our
politeness. Death, universal and inevitable, is none the less a
villainous institution. Every other antagonist can be ignored or bribed
or circumvented or crushed outright. But here is a damnable spectre who
knocks at the door and does not wait to hear you say, 'Come in.'
Hateful! If other people think differently it is because they live
differently. How do they live? Like a cow that has stumbled into a dark
hole, and now spends its time wondering how it managed to get such a
sore behind. Such persons may well be gladdened by the approach of
death. It is the best thing they can do--to depart from world which they
call a dark hole, a world which was obviously not made for them, seeing
that they are always feeling uncomfortable about one thing or another.
Good riddance to them and their moral stomach-aches."
Mr. Keith professed never to feel uncomfortable.
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