This shit about being fearless before death ain't got no quality. How could you say you were fearless about leaving the party, even in stir-even franks and rice taste good when you're hungry, even an iron bar feels good to touch, it feels good to sleep. It's like a party even in maximum security and who wants to walk out of a party into something that nobody knows anything at all about?
In John Cheever's novel "Falconer," the narrator reflects on the concept of fearlessness in the face of death, questioning its validity. He argues that the notion of being fearless before one's inevitable end lacks depth, as it ignores the comfort found in life's small pleasures. The mention of food or the comforting feel of objects highlights that even in dire circumstances, there are still moments of contentment to be experienced.
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