“I know what’s wrong with me—I could never stand still for death! Which you’ve got to do, by a certain age, or be ridiculous—you’ve got to stand there nobly and serene and let death run his tape out your arms and around your belly and up your crotch until he’s got you fitted for that last black suit. And I can’t, I won’t! So I’m left wrestling with this anachronistic energy which God has charged me with and I will use it till the dirt is shoveled into my mouth! Life! Life! Fuck death and dying!”