Death and death alone is what we must consult about life; and not some vague future or survival, in which we shall not be present. It is our own end; and everything happens in the interval between death and now. For us, death is the one event that counts in our life and in our universe. It is the point whereat all that escapes our vigilance unites and conspires against our happiness. The more our thoughts struggle to turn away from it, the closer do they press around it.
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I thought it was interesting by the level of violent cruelty there was only in the first three chapters. 👎🏽❌🚫💢⛔️ this was the book :🙀🙀🙀😿😿😿😾😾😾😽😽😽😼😽😽😽😽😽😽😽😽😽😽😽
🧑🏿🦳⚔️👩🏿🔫👩🏻🦱🕵🏾♀️🕵🏽♂️ THE END OF CHAPTER THREE.