The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.
“I got him a toilet! And that’s all I’m going to say.”
One more thing:
“I love it!” Jerry said.