我问莫里，他是否为自己感到难过。有时候，在早晨，他说。那是我哀悼的时候。我感觉到身体周围，我的手指和手移动 - 无论我仍然可以移动什么 - 我哀悼我丢失的东西。我哀悼我快死的缓慢而阴险的方式。但是后来我停止哀悼。
(I asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself. Sometimes, in the mornings, he said. That's when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands - whatever I can still move - and I mourn what I've lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I'm dying. But then I stop mourning.)