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 I don't know...Death's a funny thing. I used to

think it was a big sudden thing, like a huge owl

that would swoop down out of the night and

carry you off. I don't anymore. I think it's a Slow

thing. Like a thief who comes to your house day

after day, taking a little thing here and a little

thing there, and one day you walk round the

house and there's nothing there to keep you,

nothing to make you want to stay.

And then you lie down

and Shut up

forever.