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Father and mother, brother. Where did they die? Where they were sent, brother. And Mrs. Herne? Shes alive, brother. Where is she now? In Yorkshire, brother. What is your opinion of death, Mr. Petulengro? said I, as I sat down beside him. My opinion of death, brother, is much the same as that in the old song of Pharaoh, which I have heard my grandam sing - Cana marel o manus chivios ande puv, Ta rovel pa leste o chavo ta romi. When a man dies, he is cast into the earth, and his wife and child sorrow over him. If he has neither wife nor child, then his father and mother, I suppose; and if he is quite alone in the world, why, then, he is cast into the earth, and there is an end of the matter. And do you think that is the end of a man? Theres an end of him, brother, mores the pity. Why do you say so? Life is sweet, brother. Do you think so? Think so! - Theres night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; theres likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die? I would wish to die - You talk like a gorgio - which is the same as talking like a fool - were you a Rommany Chal you would talk wiser. Wish to die, indeed! - A Rommany Chal would wish to live for ever! In sickness, Jasper? Theres the sun and stars, brother. In blindness, Jasper? Theres the wind on the heath, brother; if I could only feel that, I would gladly live for ever. Dosta, well now go to the tents and put on the gloves; and Ill try to make you feel what a sweet thing it is to be alive, brother! |
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