THE END OF DAYS
In spite of this the patient could enjoy his meals, sit up in his armchair each day, take an interest in life in general and see his friends. Then came one morning when he did not want his breakfast; looked a bad colour; pulse very intermittent. However, he was able to take a drink of tea and listened to a message sent him, by telephone, from a friend. An hour later he went peacefully to sleep for the last time.