"Sometimes, at night, I see the silhouette of a man walking behind a hearse along an empty road in a deserted landscape,' wrote Gorz. 'I am that man. I don't want to attend your cremation, I don't want to receive your ashes in a bowl." . . .
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http://observer.guardian.co.uk/world/story/0,,2185461,00.html.
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