Suicide Is Painless
“So I can’t talk you out of it, can I?” I asked Fred. “No,” he said. “I can’t go on, Jim. It’s the honorable thing to do, you know. Die on your sword like a Roman, and all that.” “More heroic to go on,” I said. “You’ve been depressed as long as I’ve known you – just a coincidence, I hope?” Usual wry smile. “Longer than that.” “You’ve fought your way through it. Yeah, you’ve grumbled all the way, but you’ve fought back. What’s happened now?” ...