Alphonso Daudet had written:
The clever way death cuts us down, but makes it look like just a thinning-out. Generations never fall with one blow - that would be too sad and too obvious. Death prefers to do it piecemeal. The meadow is attacked from several sides at the same time. One of us goes one day; another some time afterwards; you have to stand back and look around you to take in what's missing, to grasp the vast slaughter of your generation...
...I only know one thing, and that is to shout to my children, "Long live Life!' But it's so hard to do, while I am ripped apart by pain.
