Thursday, January 7, 2021

Remembering the death of David Goodis - January 7th

 Death: January 7th, 1967

     While the lights flickered and blazed people were weeping,
laughing, screaming and sighing, loving and hating.  In a hundred
 years these people would be gone and the lights would be gone.  But
 there would be new lights and there would be new people.  The same
story would go on.  It had been going on for hundreds of thousands of

It was the story told of people in cities, on farms, in
 hills and in battlefields.  They were good, they were bad, they were 
good again, and before they knew it they had been or what they had 
done.  They might have gone through a lifetime without telling a lie,
or they might have existed for twenty-three years and then gone on a 
killing spree and murdered five women and been electrocuted. 

It was 
all over, this show, and someone else was just beginning it someplace 
  Everybody passed through it, kings and beggars, rats and
 elephants.  When it was all over there was the body still, with the 
eyes open or the eye closed.  That didn't matter either.  The eyes did
 not see anything.  It was really all over and nothing could be done
 about it......

There had always been a lot of talk about this Heaven and 
Hell business.  Well, the wise guys could laugh all they wanted to but it wasn't a bad idea.  The chances were that it was just that, a
lot of talk.  But it wasn't a bad idea.

RETREAT FROM OBLIVION, Dutton, 1939, Pages 152-153

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