I have often thought that if I received an early warning
that I would pass on sooner than later, I’d get myself to Lyon and eat for a
solid month, after which they could tip me from a gurney into the blessed
Rhone. Maybe I’d swim all the way downstream to Arles for my last supper.
Your meals in life are numbered and the number is
diminishing. Get at it.
Jim Harrison
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