What is man's chief end? Death, I would suppose, since we practice for it every night of our lives. … I was brought up to think it a sin to waste bread, and I have lived all my life in a world that wastes life. When you hear the sudden surly bell, don’t, I beg you, be angry on my behalf. Remember all the nets that didn’t catch me, all the lies that didn’t trap me, all the tar-babies I didn’t get stuck in. 

Sylvia Townsend Warner, Brief an William Maxwell, 7.12.1975

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