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A Kind of Furious Pride I told you last night that I might be gone sometime, and you said, Where, and I said, To be with the Good Lord, and you said, Why, and I said, Because Im old, and you said, I dont think youre old. And you put your hand in my hand and you said, You arent very old, as if that settled it. I told you you might have a very different life from mine, and from the life youve had with me and that would be a wonderful thing, there are many ways to live a good life. And you said, Mama already told me that. And then you said, Dont laugh! because you thought I was laughing at you. You reached up and put your fingers on my lips and gave me that look I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mothers. Its a kind of furious pride, very passionate and stern. Im always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsigned after Ive suffered one of those looks. I will miss them. It seems ridiculous to suppose the dead miss anything. If youre a grown man when you read this--it is my intention for this letter that you will read it then--Ill have been gone a long time. Ill know most of what there is to know about being dead, but Ill probably keep it to myself. That seems to be the way of things. I dont know how many times people have asked me what death is like, sometimes when they were only an hour or two from finding out for themselves. Even when I was a very young man, people as old as I am now would ask me, hold on to my hands and look into my eyes with their old milky eyes, as if they knew I knew and they were going to make me tell them. I used to say it was like going home. We have no home in this world, I used to say, and then Id walk back up the road to this old place and make myself a pot of coffee and a fried-egg sandwich and listen to the radio, when I got one, in the dark as often as not. Do you remember this house? I think you must, a little. I grew up in parsonages. Ive lived in this one most of my life, and Ive visited in a good many others,