He nodded. “Maybe. Still, if you don’t die soon, you’ll die one day. And then the same question will arise. How will you face that terrible, final hour?” I replied that I’d face it exactly as I was facing it now.
I was going on in the same vein, when he cut in with a question. How did I picture the life after the grave? I fairly bawled out at him: “A life in which I can remember this life on earth. That’s all I want of it.”引自 V