M.P.
Of course, when I go I shall "cast one longing, lingering look behind."
I don't particularly want to die. In fact, having otherwise the prospect
of an entertaining life, I regard my impending dissolution in the light
of a grievance. But I am not afraid. I shall go through the dismal
formality with a graceful air and as much of a smile on my face as the
pain in my inside will physically permit.
My dear but somewhat sober-sided friend Marcus Aurelius says: "Let death
surprise me when it will, and where it will, I may be _eumoiros_, or
a happy man, nevertheless. For he is a happy man who in his lifetime
dealeth unto himself a happy lot and portion. A happy lot and portion in
good inclinations of the soul, good desires, good actions."
The word _eumoiros_ according to the above definition, tickles my fancy.
I would give a great deal to be eumoirous. What a thing to say: "I have
achieved eumoiriety,"--namely the quintessence of happy-fatedness dealt
unto oneself by a perfect altruism!
I don't think that hitherto my soul has been very evilly inclined, my
desires base, or my actions those of a scoundrel.
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