ItisthisharpingondeathIdespisesomuch，“heremarkedwithemphasisofgestureaswellasofspeechtheinclinedheadandbody，therighthandlightlyplaceduponthelistener’sknee，theabruptchangeintheinflectionofthevoice，allsocharacteristicofhim
“thisidleandoftencowardlyaswellasignorantharping!
Whyshouldwenotchangelikeeverythingelse？Infiction，inpoetry，insomuchofboth，FrenchaswellasEnglish，and，Iamtold，inAmericanartandliterature，theshadowofdeathcallitwhatyouwill，despair，negation，indifferenceisuponus。Butwhatfoolswhotalkthus!
Why，`amicomio’，youknowaswellasIthatdeathislife，justasourdaily，ourmomentarilydyingbodyisnonethelessaliveandeverrecruitingnewforcesofexistence。Withoutdeath，whichisourcrapelikechurchyardywordforchange，forgrowth，therecouldbenoprolongationofthatwhichwecalllife。
Pshaw!itisfoolishtoargueuponsuchathingeven。Formyself，Idenydeathasanendofeverything。NeversayofmethatIamdead!“