Bokelskere.no

Besides that there is something awful in the being surrounded by familiar faces asleep - in the knowledge that those who are dearest to us and to whom we are dearest, are profoundly unconscious of us, in an impassive state, anticipative of that mysterious condition to which we are all tending - the stopped life, the broken treads of yesterday, the deserted seat, the closed book, the unfinished but abandoned occupation, are all images of Death.