It took me a long time to realize the burden of the last few lines of Leo Tolstoy's Death of Ivan Ilyich.
And suddenly it became clear to him that what was tormenting him and would not be resolved was suddenly all resolved at once, on two sides, on ten sides, on all sides. He was sorry for them; he had to act so that it would not be painful for them. To deliver them and deliver himself from these sufferings. "How good and how simple," he thought.{Leo Tolstoy died from pneumonia, aged eighty-two, at the railway station of Astapovo, a remote Russian village, on November 7, 1910. He had left his family home on October 28, in the middle of the night, to die as an unmarked person.
Or, why Thomas Hardy in The Mayor of Casterbridge quoted:
Michael Henchard's Will
That Elizabeth-Jane Farfrae be not told of my death,
or made to grieve on account of me.
& that I be not bury'd in consecrated ground.
& that no sexton be asked to toll the bell.
& that nobody is wished to see my dead body.
& that no murners walk behind me at my funeral.
& that no flours be planted on my grave.
& that no man remember me.
To this I put my name.
Michael Henchard
Or Ghalib said:
hue mar ke ham jo rusvā hue kyuuñ na ġharq-e-dariyā
na kabhī janāza uThtā na kahīñ mazār hotā
No comments:
Post a Comment