Tag: Death

• October 12, 2011

  DIY Wednesday: premeditatio malorum

  I was frightened this morning, and as I write the fear is not all gone. This morning my computer would not boot; it would only go round and round in an loop in which the opening screen would flash, pause, grow dark, get light, and flash again. I was frightened, I say. It has returned…
• September 16, 2011

  On getting kicked in the teeth: A letter to a friend

  The following is a letter I wrote to a friend of mine a few days ago. The names have been changed and the personal information removed. — September 14, 2011 Dear Sarah, Yes, John is a strange fellow. The bad thing is that he’s boorish and dull. The good thing is that he understands the…
• September 8, 2011

  Epicurus’ argument against the fear of death

  Tonight when I was sitting on my roof reading my paperback copy of Somerset Maugham’s The Razor’s Edge, I looked over at my neighbor’s garden. The trees were straight and leafy, the flowers were orange and contented. Yet who was looking after them? During all the time I’d spent up here not once had I…