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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 man ?" "There's an end of him, brother, more's the pity." "Why do you say so ?" "Life is sweet, brother." "Do you think so ?" "Think so! there's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's 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 Romany chal you would talk wiser.