“In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.”

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Novelist, short story writer, teacher 1960

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“Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?”

Choric Song, st. 4
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Context: Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,
And in a little while our lips are dumb.
Let us alone. What is it that will last?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
Let us alone. What pleasure can we have
To war with evil? Is there any peace
In ever climbing up the climbing wave?
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