How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
Iris MurdochAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer, Philosopher
- Nationality: irish
- Born: July 15, 1919
- Died: February 8, 1999
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