I have little desire to spend my few remaining years grieving for the loss of old friends. Or their sons.

More from Alfred

• There is no defeat in death, Master Bruce. Victory comes in defending what we know is right while we still live.
• Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.
• all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.
• all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing. A Dog Has Died
• All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.
• Alone!-that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!