I just breezed through a quick first reading of Christopher Hitchens' Mortality (Twelve, 2012). The slim volume ends with some fragmentary notes of characteristic wit scribbled near the end. My favorites:
Amazing how heart and lungs have held up: would have been healthier if I'd been more sickly. (88)
I'm not fighting or battling cancer -- it's fighting me. (89)
Brave? Hah! Save it for a fight you can't [can?] run away from. (89)
If I convert it's because it's better that a believer dies than that an atheist does. (91)
Larkin good on fear in "Aubade," with implied reproof to Hume and Lucretius for their stoicism. Fair enough in one way: atheists ought not to be offering consolation either. (92)
I reproduce Philip Larkin's poem in my Philip Larkin on Death.
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