For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.


Illness as metaphor (ed. Vintage, 1979)


For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene...

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene...

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene...

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene...