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was to have lived for so long without ever having seen a dead body. I have heard it suggested that
this recoil from the subject was a result of the first world war filling everyone’s minds with an
acute and appalled awareness of death, but my own explanation was, and still is, that it was a
pendulum-swing away from the preceding century’s obsession with the subject – the relish for
mourning, ranging from solemn viewing of the corpse by young and old alike, to passionate
concern about the exact degree of blackness to be worn, and for how long (for the rest of your
days if you were a widow). A mood so extreme surely had to result in a strong reaction.
It seems to me that what influences the consciousness in wartime is not death. It is killing. And
no, they are not the same thing.
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Death is the inevitable end of an individual object’s existence – I don’t say “end of life” because it
is a part of life. Everything begins, develops – if animal or vegetable, breeds – then fades away:
everything, not just humans, animals, plants, but things which seem to us eternal, such as rocks.
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back of the cupboard where they lived I once found another record, which turned out to be a
wartime song, a comic and rather witty version of Who Killed Cock Robin called Who Killed Bill
Kaiser. Although I was born before the war’s end, it was as remote and unreal to me as the wars of
the roses, so I was as thrilled as I would have been if I had dug up a medieval helmet, and ran to
show the record to my mother. All she said was, “That old thing – is it still there?” It was a shock
to come up so suddenly against the fact that what to me was history, to her was just something
from the day before yesterday. Absolutely no trace of that day before yesterday had been injected
into my consciousness by my elders, so whatever I was to feel about death, it had nothing to do
with war.
Mountains wear down from jagged peaks to flatness. Even planets decay. That
natural process is death
My own experience of the second world war confirmed this. Before it started, during the horrible
months when we could all feel it coming, I said to a friend: “If it does start I think I’ll kill myself.”
(Although the preceding war had been little talked about, poets and novelists had written about
it, so we were fully aware that a repetition ought to be unthinkable.) My friend replied, “Killing
yourself to avoid being killed would be a bit silly,” and I felt sadly that she was being obtuse. It
was not the prospect of being killed that was distressing me, it was having to know this obscenity
about life. And that, not fear of death, was what polluted one’s consciousness all through the
war, so that the moment it was over we too shut down on it.
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which seems to have gone out of fashion. Going under the anaesthetic, which
was chloroform, caused an interesting confrontation with that particular idea. As
a little girl I had occasionally suspected that there was a monster under my bed
waiting to come out and get me, scaring myself so much that I had to be calmed down and
assured that I was imagining it. Presumably the anaesthetist preparing me for the operation
diminished the flow of chloroform too soon, because I became conscious, without the least idea
of where I was or what was happening: all I knew was that I was lying on my back, on a bed, with
a stifling claw clamped down on my face. They had been lying! The monster had been there all the
time and now it had come out and got me, I was dying! The dying felt like tipping over the edge of
a cliff into black nothingness. I was hanging desperately on to the rim of the cliff. I was staring
into that black nothingness – and horror of horrors, understood that it was not nothingness: there
were shapes swimming about, things happening, creatures at large out there, and I was about to
be pitched in among all that, unprepared, ignorant, totally incapable of coping. It was terrifying –
surely one was supposed to change in some way at death, but I was still unchanged, still just my
miserably inadequate self. Into my mind there came the thought, “If I start to believe in God
practical attitude towards death that prevails here. You are asked without embarrassment
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whether you would rather die here or in a hospital, whether you want to be kept alive whatever
happens, or would prefer a heart attack, for instance, to be allowed to take its course, and how
you wish your body to be disposed of. Though when a death occurs in the home it is treated with
the utmost respect, and also with a rather amazing tact in relation to us survivors, so that I doubt
if anyone has ever been disturbed by such activity as I suppose surrounds the moment of a death,
and the removal of a body: a carefulness of our peace of mind which must involve very well-
planned management.
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That fortunate record makes me believe that although it would be unwise to expect an easy
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The contributor to the programme I remember with the most pleasure is the man who said that
not existing for thousands and thousands of years before his birth had never worried him for a
moment, so why should going back into non-existence at this death cause him dismay? Everyone
laughed when he said that and so did I, and as I laughed I thought: “Dead right!”
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