Walter M. Miller, Jr. Quote

The Poet could not remember ever fearing death, but he had often suspected Providence of plotting the worst for him as to the manner of his dying when the time came to go. He had expected to rot away. Slowly and not very fragrantly. Some poetic insight had warned him that he would surely die a blubbering leprous lump, cravenly penitential but impenitent. Never had he anticipated anything so blunt and final as a bullet in the stomach, and with not even an audience at hand to hear his dying quips. The last thing they had heard him say when they shot him was: "Oof!" — his testament for posterity. Ooof!


Ch 23 - A Canticle for Leibowitz (1959) - Fiat Lux


The Poet could not remember ever fearing death, but he had often suspected Providence of plotting the worst for him as to the manner of his dying...

The Poet could not remember ever fearing death, but he had often suspected Providence of plotting the worst for him as to the manner of his dying...

The Poet could not remember ever fearing death, but he had often suspected Providence of plotting the worst for him as to the manner of his dying...

The Poet could not remember ever fearing death, but he had often suspected Providence of plotting the worst for him as to the manner of his dying...