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David Gilbert Reads “Come Softly to Me”

The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker

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We Are All Dead Now, All of Us

"We knew we would be dead a lot longer than we would be alive, "'so why not be dead and get on with that part of not being alive?" "Maybe we drank poison, like people do when they're mourning or forced to because of something some people think is wrong. But if we drank poison,. like hemlock, we drank it like medicine, even though only one of us was smart enough"'to know everything about Socrates and the other ancient Greeks. 'And then we will all be dead together, and won't that be nice?'"

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