‘It does not seem to
me that you can be an emissary for that pig. So he
sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page
he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. While this was going on,
Blueskin, seeing no notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and
repeatedly. In passing, why do we fear death? For our sins? Rather, isn't it the tremendous
inherent human curiosity to know what is going to happen to-morrow that causes
us to wince at the thought of annihilation? A subconscious resentment against
the idea of entering darkness while our neighbour will proceed with his petty
affairs as usual?
"It's nip and tuck," said the doctor; "but we'll pull him through. This
was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with
his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed.
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