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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 185 and although I was not reluctant to return to my body I can well understand why there are those who do not want to return. It was an immortal sensation. "But I have been much sicker than that since. Once in Mexico I almost bled to death with a break in my colon. Montazuma's revenge, only much worse. I ran my blood below seven and lived on transfusions. But I never had that strange - after-life - situation again." I told Beth, I confided in her, how desperately I love the aches and pleasures of life now that I feel in greatest danger of losing them. I told her how carefully I've NOT been practising Bach's Toccata and Fugue - I think I feel that as long as there are still things unfinished, I will be able to fool death into waiting until I'm ready. Sir, I'll say (or Madame) I can't play the middle part yet. The beginning and the end are finished, but I'll need a little more time to practice the middle part. I know, of course, that the middle is too difficult, and if I had a hundred years to practice I'd never be able to play it. But the absurd Old Man (or Woman) will say, All right - another six months. Another year at the most. Then. Only I will carefully continue NOT to practice the middle part. I told her how I cannot bear to think of killing the mouse that scratches and chews in my bottom cupboard, how I can't |