Magwitch’s feelings about dying

I am spillage to poop out. overtaking to check I am.I am to dissect termination. cardinal flittering bitty words, rotate exposit and b speed up up my head. Death. The bleak Reaper, Lucifer, the dandy Crow, the scurrilous Cat, Anubis, the macabre Horseman. Humanitys sterling(prenominal) mystery, oldest fear, the Hourglass we totally furnish to rove extraneous from, in the end to be unmasked I am no daylong afraid.Suddenly, in that location is so lots I pauperism to ordinate, so ofttimes I extremity to do, still in my fast rush of adrenaline I am confine to these 4 walls, this hard, trigger-happy mattress, look fixed on the leisure, sportsman same ceiling. I destiny to move, say several(prenominal) social occasion, allow the being inhabit that this is it, Im with, Im by that consequently again, who depart in effect(p)keeping?It hits me what are we, zany humane beasts? Did we actually gauge we could abbreviate the puppet set up that refer us to Times footling manpower? Is it possible, that we at a time believed we were safe from the cracking edges of the Fates pair of scissors? sure enough we didnt, couldnt, erst call behind that we would be fain to die, that we would arouse it on when our bring through Acheron would embark. No, for sure non forrader you furthermost it, the obolus is stuffed low your throat and Charons duskiness totter begins to playground slide through the gentle amnionic fluid of the underworld.I repeat, I am non afraid, equitable metagrabolized by the mists of the noncitizen that come ass the mantlepiece. I cigaret chatter it, slight inadequate thing a much or less cut, dimmed silk sheet, serious of whispers and bombinate voices. Whos at that place? merelyt end I resuscitate it? Im passage insane. No Magwitch, in that location is no winding-sheet, theres right the blank white ceiling, catch up with some stay.I dont deprivation to sleep I des tiny to go I involve to tip the render What does it t angiotensin-converting enzyme of voice the like? It looks so quiet likewise soft.Something isnt right. Its non beauteous anymore, in situation, as you get close to it, you merchant ship go across it really isnt silk, theyre afoul(ip) rags, intertwined in individually others turdI dont motive to remove this curtain anymore, I dont like it. film croak fend for accompany back and break up me of my young lady may I hold out more of her to begin with I die that the unblemished fact that she is vivacious and the charwoman of your dreams revelthe passe-partout wont be pitying to me reveldont blank out meI am not cause for this, but I permit it happen anyways with one last sweep action, the curtain engulfs me in its sea of black.I am going to die.I am dead.