Magwitch’s feelings about dying

I am personnel casualty to break.Going to endure I am.I am to back up going.Five flittering little words, whirling pad and round my head. Death. The Grim Reaper, Lucifer, the Great Crow, the inexorable Cat, Anubis, the Pale Horseman. Humanitys greatest mystery, oldest fear, the Hourglass we all provide to run away from, finally to be unmasked I am no hourlong afraid.Suddenly, at that place is so much I fatality to say, so much I want to do, but in my sharp rush of adrenaline I am confined to these four walls, this hard, rough mattress, look fixed on the blank, white ceiling. I want to move, say whatsoeverthing, let the area accredit that this is it, Im by means of, Im donebut thus again, who will care?It hits me what are we, dopey human beasts? Did we actually think we could snub the marionette strings that link us to Times fiddling hands? Is it possible, that we at a time believed we were prophylactic from the sharp edges of the Fates scissors? Surely we didnt, couldnt, once imagine that we would be prepared to die, that we would agnise when our ferry through Acheron would embark. No, surely non before you know it, the obolus is stuffed down your throat and Charons dark paddle begins to glide through the gloomy waters of the underworld.I repeat, I am non afraid, respectable bedevil by the mists of the Unknown that follow skunk the mantle. I can see it, un worryly little thing a most cut, black silk sheet, full of whispers and buzzing voices. Whos there? Can I touch it? Im going insane. No Magwitch, there is no curtain, theres just the blank white ceiling, need some sleep.I dont want to sleep I want to go I want to touch the curtain What does it feel like? It looks so soft too soft.Something isnt right. Its not beautiful anymore, in fact, as you get closer to it, you can see it really isnt silk, theyre dirty rags, intertwined in each others fetidnessI dont want to pull this curtain anymore, I dont like it. Pip line up back Come back and herald me of my daughter May I know more of her before I die that the mere fact that she is alive and the char of your dreams Pleasethe Lord wont be compassionate to me Pleasedont leave meI am not ready for this, but I let it happen anyways with one cobblers last sweeping action, the curtain engulfs me in its ocean of black.I am going to die.I am dead.