“ There’s nothing makes us feel so much alive as to see others die. ”
Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (1881). copy citation
| Author | Henry James |
|---|---|
| Source | The Portrait of a Lady |
| Topic | feeling |
| Date | 1881 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/2834/2834-h/2834-h.htm |
Context
“It’s the most beautiful of all. You’ve been like that; as if you were waiting for me.”
“I was not waiting for your death; I was waiting for—for this. This is not death, dear Ralph.”
“Not for you—no. There’s nothing makes us feel so much alive as to see others die. That’s the sensation of life—the sense that we remain. I’ve had it—even I. But now I’m of no use but to give it to others. With me it’s all over.” And then he paused. Isabel bowed her head further, till it rested on the two hands that were clasped upon his own.”
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