“The Going”

The question at the beginning of Thomas Hardy 's "Progress", "Why" Hardy asked himself about the death of his wife. According to footnotes, that poem was written as a tribute to his first wife, Emma, ​​who died in 1912. Her death was sudden and asked why he did not see it or whether he missed the hint she might give that she is about to die. Her death was expressed as being fast, calm, indifferent. The key is to use the word "nice". Because this is not to admit that she leaves without talking to him, she has to call her directly.

TR: I cried. Then I will enter it. I will tell others as well. You feel pain. You are lost your way, and you are breaking into your mind. You regret it. You entered a state of disappointment. You will enter a place that might be dark. But this is just a shadow. I entered the place and I accepted all of this. I allow my human nature to express it in every way I need: scream, scream, kick, hit the drum. Take it out, but go there and understand it and feel it. If I do this, I can do it peacefully - that season, its relationship, that encounter. You can close the door. This is a process, there is no time limit. I need to enter that place and fully express all emotions, ideas - end it, and it will end this season, the new door will open in the following season

Okay, this is news for you - I am a year. I am a crazy time unit. Time related things happen to me. People gradually grow older, the seasons pass, the circadian clock starts, the interpersonal relationship continues to evolve, the pet parakeet will die. People will die, and even some people will be famous. You may not know this, but I will never say about this. I do not think you need to explain this to you, but I really do not exist in a vacuum. The year consists of a small series of interrelated time units called months, weeks, days, hours, and minutes. If I am overly constraining, please stop me, but you do not seem to really get this concept.

That is this terrible problem that all depends: will I die? When are you going to die? How can I die? Does this disease kill me? Does this treatment kill me? There is something in the room like an elephant, and the doctor is not facing it, so it is totally unacceptable when it knows that it is occasionally the most painful and embarrassing thing in the patient's life . This is not acceptable. If you care about your patient in an overall way, you are fighting all about them not only about their physical health, their emotional happiness and their family relations and their spirituality I will.