Alan Cogan

Summary

Alan Cogan,  The Amateurs

“ Sims suddenly wished he were in one of the quiet rooms of the palace, alone.
Cousin Nat was the first one to break the awkward silence. "Who in hell was that madman who brought us over here?"
"That's Mr. Hoode, the director," Mr. Sims explained. "He's quite an artist in his way."
"He's insane!" Nat said flatly. "All the way over, he talked about nothing but dying. Told us we could come here and die any way we wanted. If any of us wanted to go out like Early Christians, he would be only too happy to set up an arena for us.
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Source: Gutenberg

Alan Cogan,  The Amateurs

“ Sims had had a hollow, anxious feeling ever since.
"There's one thing I haven't found out yet," he said to Mr. Hoode. "Is it in order for me to ask how and when I can expect to die?"
"Certainly," Mr. Hoode said. "It's the reason I brought you here to talk. You see, anyone sent here under the Legislation is given a completely free choice as to the manner of his departure. Most people, although they realize this, show a distressing lack of imagination when the time comes. They seem unable to think beyond the ordinary methods of taking a pill, or a needle, or a poisoned cocktail."
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Source: Gutenberg

Alan Cogan,  The Amateurs

“ Mr. Sims nodded. "Yes, I looked at the book last night and decided on Socrates. Just a simple cup of hemlock."
A slight frown shadowed the director's features. Was it contempt, Mr. Sims wondered, or disappointment because he had failed in his attempts to make poisoning seem a socially inferior way of dying? Nothing glamorous about such a departure, he realized. No disdainful refusal of the blindfold when gazing bravely into the leveled muzzles of the firing squad. No bullfight, armed combat, duel or ferocious carnivores.
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Source: Gutenberg

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