Philip Roth, " Everyman" um livro sobre a morte

A ler por espíritos fortes a quem a ideia do envelhecimento e morte não aterroriza. Tenho um amigo que fuma como um cavalo, apesar dos graves problemas pulmonares de que sofre, bebe imenso, faz noitadas atrás de noitadas, mas que não consegue ver um carro funerário sem ficar histérico e em pânico. Este livro não é para ele.

Também sobre a morte-suicídio:

… how it had been for her to kill herself. Did she do it in a rush, gobbling down the pills before she changed her mind? And after she’d finally taken them, did she scream that she didn’t want to die, that she just couldn’t face any more crippling pain…
Or did she do it calmly, convinced at long last that she was not making a mistake? Did she take her time, contemplatively holding the pill bottle in her two hands before emptying the contents into her palm and slowly swallowing with her last glass of water, with the last taste of water ever’
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Did she show no fear, thinking only, At last the pain is over, the pain is finally gone, and now I have merely to fall asleep to depart this amazing thing?

But how does one voluntarily choose to leave our fullness for that endless nothing? How would he do it? Could he lie there calmly saying goodbye?