On Sat, 6 Feb 2016 15:53:04 -0800 (PST), Magister <
klar...@spray.se>
wrote:
>Den fredag 5 februari 2016 kl. 14:05:56 UTC+1 skrev bruce turlish:
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>> The fact that he spent only about 6 days in the hospital before dying suggests to me that he must have stuck it out at home in considerable pain and discomfort before being hospitalized.
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>Yes. A kind of condensation of his "death diary" survives, and some entries are just "pain - pain - intense pain" and "can't eat". He had to sleep propped up in a chair before going to the hospital, and at one point when the doctor called on him he was in the bath because it relieved his pain. The day before he died, six and three-fourths quarts of fluid was drained from his abdomen (a result of the edema caused by his inflamed kidneys). He did not go gentle into that good night.
Lesson: Bruce Lee died because he revealed the hidden martial arts.
HPL died because he revealed the Old Ones.
>(Brobst visited him on March 13, by the way -- I was wrong about the date.)
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>> Is there anything to suggest that HPL was truly scared of his own death? His philosophy of cynical materialism would have provided only a limited amount of consolation, I should think.
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>He seems to have been very brave about it and going about wrapping up his affairs in a calm and orderly fashion, writing his "Instructions in Case of Decease", telling his correspondents that he would be indefinitely out of touch, etc. He must have realised that his days were numbered by the end of 1936, and he definitely knew for sure from February 27 when his doctor told him, but you don't see him freaking out in any way.
You want bravery? Try David Bowies last record. You want balance? HPL
was rewarded for exposing the Old Ones. The rotten death brought
equivalence.
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>> To have died before the age of 50 in virtual poverty is not a nice thing, although I guess it could be argued that HPL was very much a survivor compared to someone like R E Howard.
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>Howard was a survivor in his own way -- he wanted to go long before he did, but as long as his mother needed him as a caregiver he stayed. Once she no longer did that, it was time to exit the stage. Without this sense of responsibility, we would have lost him sooner.
Cancer is a tiger. Once it has you, you have its tail. You daren't
let go.