вЂI doubt it,вЂ™ I said, вЂthough it would be comforting to think so.вЂ™ And then what? Do you believe youвЂ™ll go to heaven?вЂ™ room, and then theyвЂ™ll take you out and cremate you.вЂ™ вЂYouвЂ™re going to expire right here in this. In a way it was refreshing to have a visitor brave enough to touch upon the forbidden subject. Correct?вЂ™Д¬oming from Landy, the question didnвЂ™t seem especially unkind. вЂLook,вЂ™ he aid, pulling up a chair beside the bed. Perhaps I should explain to you here that although John Landy has He came in strong and smiling, and he strode up to the bed and stood there looking down at me with a wild bright glimmer in his eyes, and he said, вЂWilliam, my boy, this is perfect. He didnвЂ™t creep in on his toes, sheepish and embarrassed, not knowing what to say, like all my other visitors. That was six weeks ago, on a Tuesday morning, very early, long before your visiting time, and the moment he entered I knew there was some sort of madness in the wind. So here I was with somewhere between one and six months left to live, growing more melancholy every hour and then, all of a sudden, in comes Landy. A surgeon can operate if it has not spread too far but with me, not only did I leave it too late, but the thing had the effrontery to attack me in the pancreas, making both surgery and survival equally impossible. Cancer is one of the few remaining diseases that these modern drugs cannot cure. I need not waste time upon them except to admit at once how foolish I was not to have gone earlier to my doctor. The details of the illness that struck me down so suddenly in my middles life.

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