"A MONTH ago, I felt that I was in good health, even robust health. At
81, I still swim a mile a day. But my luck has run out — a few weeks ago
I learned that I have multiple metastases in the liver. ...
It
is up to me now to choose how to live out the months that remain to me.
I have to live in the richest, deepest, most productive way I can. In
this I am encouraged by the words of one of my favorite philosophers,
David Hume, who, upon learning that he was mortally ill at age 65, wrote
a short autobiography in a single day in April of 1776. He titled it
“My Own Life.”
“I
now reckon upon a speedy dissolution,” he wrote. “I have suffered very
little pain from my disorder; and what is more strange, have,
notwithstanding the great decline of my person, never suffered a
moment’s abatement of my spirits. I possess the same ardour as ever in
study, and the same gaiety in company.” nyt.
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