O longo adeus
Há uma hora
I remember visiting him in hospital in London some years ago when the obituaries were already in type. "Brendan," I said, "do you ever think about death?" He heaved his bulk about in silence under the covers like a beached whale.
Then he burst out - "Think about death? Begod, man I'd rather be dead than think about death."
It was one of the most courageous and honest remarks ever made by a dangerously sick man. I would like to remember it as his epitah.