As he walked alone between the yew hedges it occurred to him that in an age when all the deepest emotions can be successfully laughed out of existence by any decently educated person, the sanctity and importance of sudden death was a comforting and salutary thing, a last little rock, as it were, in the shifty sands of one‘s own standards and desires.
aus: Margery Allingham: Dancers in Mourning, Vintage, OA 1937, S. 75
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