"Mourir, un peu, may I speak to you of my leaving, for the more
father east, I follow The United Way. Well, at least, I pondered, I
have tried it, or so explained The Fortune Teller who was telling me
The Next Time, yes, The Next Better, as I have made my own sense, my
own peace, with this, as a dead woman's Right to Life's parting ...
a last partition painting The Entrance, as one enters one's new life,
as every life dies One Day, as a Gateway that one leads to a new life,
you see? I have said to you ~ This is The Pits, I am ill ~ ! So, now I
go."
~ Trefethen