Aldous Huxley’s death.

I love the way his partner describes his dying hours. He was on Percodan and Dilaudid and she injected 100 and then another 100 LSD and held his hand and spoke incessantly into his ear that he was going willingly, happily, joyfully into the light, into a new world of love and happiness and she kept up this murmuring for hours until he stopped breathing. The doctors in the room all agreed that he died a very peaceful death – without anxiety or pain. It was the nicest death they had witnessed.

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Retired corporate monkey and speakeasy doorman. I done taught some and whittled some; I sought the divine with a divining rod and got my foot caught in a groundhog entrance - to prostrate self before the mammal gods and, finally, wept for my hawthorn tree and the escape lane opposite.
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