“Wonderful!” said Amaryl weakly. “Wonderful! You see how I’ve chosen the right time to die? There’s nothing left for me to do.” “Don’t say that, Yugo.” “Don’t make such a fuss over it, Hari. I’m too tired to do anything. Thank you—thank you—for telling me”—his voice was weakening—“about the revolution. It makes me—happy—happy—hap—”
dont wait til your end for revolution
