It could never be drab whatever your circumstances, you have so much happiness within yourself.
I don't think anything in life could ever quite down you, and even death--what of death, Jean ?" Jean looked up from her stocking.

"As Boswell said to Dr.Johnson, 'What of death, Sir ?' and the great man was so angry that the little twittering genius should ask lightly of such a terrifying thing that he barked at him and frightened him out of the room! I suppose the ordinary thing is never to think about death at all, to keep the thought pushed away.

But that makes people so _afraid_ of it.

It's such a bogey to them.

The Puritans went to the other extreme and dressed themselves in their grave-clothes every day.