And one day, this thing happened to me: I coughed, and the blood just came gushing out of my mouth. . . . I still can't believe that that happened to me, but I sat there, and I said to God, 'Well, if it means I'm going to die, that's OK. ' I don't think I've ever felt that same kind of peace, the kind of serenity that I felt after acknowledging that maybe I was going to die of this TB.
A man advanced in years that thinks fit to look back on his former life, and calls that only life which was passed with satisfaction and enjoyment, excluding all parts which were not pleasant to him, will find himself very young, if not in infancy.