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by A.M. Harmon

Her. My dear Charon, there is no word for the absurdity of it. They do take it all so seriously, that is the best of it; and then, long before they have finished scheming, up comes good old Death, and whisks them off, and all is over You observe that he has a fine staff of assistants at his command;--agues, consumptions, fevers, inflammations, swords, robbers, hemlock, juries, tyrants, --not one of which gives them a moment's concern so long as they are prosperous; but when they come to grief, then it is Alack and Well-a-day and Oh dear me If only they would start with a clear understanding that they are mortal, that after a brief sojourn on the earth they will wake from the dream of life, and leave all behind them, --they would live more sensibly, and not mind dying so muc

485 pages, Hardcover

Published December 1, 1913

About the author

Austin Morris Harmon (1878–1950) was Professor of Classics at Yale University.