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Bait: Page Ten
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“All I know is that I was asleep for a very long time. Then one day, I awoke”.
Philip Larkin’s response:
… total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.
… specious stuff that says “No rational being
Can fear a thing it will not feel”, not seeing
That this is what we fear—no sight, no sound,
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anaesthetic from which none come round.
…Death is no different whined at than withstood.
I find a few problems with this, then how did we pop into existence in the first place?
There must be something that happened before and there has to be something that happens after…
(Also this might be what the main character thinks since she has no idea what lies in store for her and always assume that vore = digestion but then again this is a different creature we’re talking about…)