Steven R. Kraaijeveld's Reviews > All That Fall

"Would I were lying stretched out in my comfortable bed, Mr. Barrell, just wasting slowly, painlessly away, keeping up my strength with arrowroot and calves-foot jelly, till in the end you wouldn't see me under the blankets any more than a board. [...] Oh no coughing or spitting or bleeding or vomiting, just drifting gently down into a higher life, and remembering...all the silly unhappiness...as though…it had never happened."