Can one grow used to death? It is unsafe to think of this....
For if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is
poisoned.
His mother buys a cake every day and brings it at tea-time, saying, "For
the Sisters' tea...."
It is a bribe, dumbly offered, more to be on the safe side of every bit
of chance than because she really believes it can make the slightest
difference.
Now that I have time to think of it, her little action hurts me, but
yesterday I helped to eat it with pleasure because one is hungry and the
margarine not the best.
Aches and pains....
Pains and aches....