Saturday, 29 September 2012

It’s a medically accepted fact that if you're going to die during the night it'll happen at 4:00 AM. I had an uncle who used to set his alarm clock for five to four every night and get up and run around the house quoting passages from Keats and Wordsworth, thinking this might thwart the process. In the end I think this only drew attention to himself and one evening he dropped dead of a heart attack in the middle of ‘I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud.’ I think the moral here is, if your number’s up, your number’s up and no amount of poetry is going to save you.

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