| It brought me within a shade of death's
door. It brought me to where I no longer took any interest in anything,
but, on the contrary, felt a total absence of interest -- which was most
placid and tranquil and sweet and delightful and enchanting. I have never
enjoyed anything in my life any more than I enjoyed dying that time. I was,
in effect, dying. The word had been passed and the family notified to assemble
around the bed and see me off. I knew them all. There was no doubtfulness
in my vision. They were all crying, but that did not affect me. I took but
the vaguest interest in it and that merely because I was the centre of all
this emotional attention and was gratified by it and vain of it. - Autobiography of Mark Twain, Vol. 1 (2010) |
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