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In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river … This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. T. S. ELIOT
“Some games are fun even when you lose. Even when you know you’re going to lose before you start. It’s fun just playing them.”
John Osborne laughed. “It’s not the end of the world at all,” he said. “It’s only the end of us. The world will go on just the same, only we shan’t be in it. I dare say it will get along all right without us.”
“Maybe we’ve been too silly to deserve a world like this,”
“None of us really believe it’s ever going to happen—not to us,” she said at last. “Everybody’s crazy on that point, one way or another.”
We’ve all got to die one day, some sooner and some later. The trouble always has been that you’re never ready, because you don’t know when it’s coming. Well, now we do know, and there’s nothing to be done about it. I kind of like that. I kind of like the thought that I’ll be fit and well up till the end of August and then—home. I’d rather have it that way than go on as a sick man from when I’m seventy to when I’m ninety.”
