To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.


Here at the New Yorker (ed. 1975)


To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.