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William Butler Yeats

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Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
Somewhere in ear-shot for the story’s end.
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Responsibilities - Introduction

 
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Various medical authorities swarm in and out of here predicting I have between two days and two months to live. I think they are guessing. I remain cheerful and unimpressed. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread. I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying.
Please pardon my levity, I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd.

 
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