Death takes the good, too good to stay, And leaves the bad, too bad to take away

For the next two weeks, the world and all other issues would be omitted. We were two people alone in a hospital room. We allowed no visitors. We had two weeks of near-silence with each other and my increasing helplessness. I tended to tangle the IV and misplace the oxygen tube. As I started to say earlier, I could feel no sensible interest in the future. The moments became extraordinarily dimensionless - not without value but flat and a great deal emptier. When you learn you're fatally ill, time becomes very confusing, perhaps uninteresting, pedestrian. But my not caring if I lived or died hurt Ellen. And I was grateful that I could indulge my cowardice toward death in terms of living for her.

Done to death by slanderous tongues

Death without dread of death is welcome death

A detective sees death in all the various forms at least five times a week.

I think there's something peculiar about me that I haven't died. It doesn't make sense but I refuse to die.