" No! No! I refuse to believe it. I'm sure you've often wished there was an afterlife."
Of course I had, I told him. Everybody has that wish at times. But that had no more importance than wishing to be rich, or to swim very fast, or to have a better-shaped mouth. It was in the same order of things. I was going on in the same vein, when he cut in with a question. How did I picture the life after the grave?
I fairly bawled out at him: " A life in which I can remember this life on earth. That's all I want of it." And in the same breath I told him I'd had enough of his company.
-- Albert Camus The Stranger
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