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We all have one foot in the grave, the poet insisted.

Well, if that’s the case, the pretty girl drawled, I should get a pedicure every week instead of just a coupla weeks.

They looked at her slim, tanned feet in their strappy sandals. It was summer. The grass was green as jade and freshly cut.

Who had been the first to notice, they wondered later, that swelling on her instep? The swelling, tender to the touch, that, even she would later say, hadn’t been there yesterday.

85. Early Practice

Jung tells a story of a woman who came to him with a secret. She was an elegantly dressed woman of refinement. She had been a doctor. Her husband had died relatively young, and her only child insisted upon being estranged from her. She was a passionate horsewoman and owned several horses of which she was extremely fond. But the horses had become nervous around her, and even her favorite reared and threw her. She then devoted herself to her dogs.

She owned an unusually beautiful wolfhound to which she was greatly attached, wrote Jung. But the dog sickened, suffered paralysis, and died.

She came to Jung to confess that she was a murderess. She had poisoned her best friend, whose husband she coveted, the very man she had made her own who later died. She no longer had a relationship with anything she loved. In seeking out Jung, she wanted to find someone who would accept her confession without judging her.

Sometimes I have asked myself what might have become of her, wrote Jung. Perhaps she was driven ultimately to suicide.

Though would that not have been the final thing denied her, after so much had been taken away, even her secret?

86. Infidelity

The friendship of the two men was based on eczema. They had terrible eczema, and all they talked about was eczema. They tried everything — creams, shots, diets. The one thing they agreed not to give up, never to give up, was liquor. Liquor was their bond. They drank and talked, talked and drank.

Finally one of them, in such torment and despair over his eczema, sailed his small boat out into the Gulf of Mexico and was never seen again, though the broken boat was eventually recovered.

Going through the suicide’s effects, the surviving friend came across his diary, in which he confessed that he had given up all alcoholic beverages recently and found his skin condition gradually improving. His stratagems and lies concerning this, however, were taking their toll on him, he wrote, and he was feeling more depressed and without hope than ever.

87. Plot

A famous war correspondent reached the age when she could no longer attend wars. She threw herself into the writing of fiction, at which she did not excel. She had married numerous times but had lately given up on men. She had never involved herself with women. She traveled, swam, and wrote her bold and unnecessary books. She remained fit, chic, and rather frightening to others well into her seventies.

One Valentine’s Day, she decided the time had come to die. There was a single pill she had gotten hold of years before to be employed at the correct moment. She tidied up her apartment, bought vases of fresh flowers, and put on a stunning ivory-colored silk nightgown. Then she couldn’t find the pill.

After that, you can imagine. Her remaining years were as a nightmare to her.

88. A Flawed Opinion

An op-ed article in Wednesday’s New York Times about the Heimlich maneuver incorrectly described the technique.

The person administering the maneuver pushes under the choking victim’s diaphragm, not above it.

The article also misidentified the part of the body food travels through to the stomach. It is the esophagus, not the trachea.

89. Phew

There are certain places where it does not matter if you hear the word yes or the word no in answer to your question, whether you turn left or right, you will reach your destination.

Not many but some.

90. Compline

Her unhappiness had a great deal of integrity to it. That is, it was pure. How could you fault it? Mom and Dad have Alzheimer’s. Her child, now fourteen, is autistic. If she could only teach him to pee without rolling his pants down to his ankles, she … it would be an accomplishment. There were no other accomplishments on the horizon.

The father was long gone. He’d promised to take the boy fishing, deep-sea fishing for marlin. You couldn’t find the sailfish anymore.

He doesn’t want to kill a marlin, she’d said, and that was pretty much the last conversation they’d had, though she remembered the father later saying something to the effect that you don’t kill fish, you catch them.

So there were two black whirlwinds (three if you counted the mother and father with the same affliction separately) barreling toward her from opposite directions as her own poor days lurched to and fro.

And all that people said to her, her friends and doctors, was:

You are entitled to some help.

91. Mr. Sandman

The most astonishing suicide took place in this resort community. A young man descended into the basement of his family’s home, where the father maintained an elaborate hobby workshop with all manner of meticulously cared-for tools, and he severed his leg with a table saw. Before losing consciousness, he cut off a hand as well.

He left no note, nor, as is the fashion these days, a video of himself.

His classmates at school said that in the preceding week he had been quieter than usual and he hadn’t been as neat or as organized as he usually was, or on time. But no one knew him really. How many ways do we discover the inaccessibility of another’s mind.

92. Distinction

I have never known an insane person, he said. But I have known people who later became dead.

93. Fathers and Sons

The Lord was in a den with a pack of wolves.

“You really are so intelligent,” the Lord said, “and have such glorious eyes. Why do you think you’re hounded so? It’s like they want to exterminate you, it’s awful.”

“Well, sometimes it’s the calves and the cows,” the wolves said.

“Oh those maddening cows,” the Lord said. “I have a suggestion. What if I caused you not to have a taste for them anymore?”

“It wouldn’t matter. Then it would be the deer or the elk. Have you seen the bumper stickers on the hunters’ trucks — DID A WOLF GET YOUR ELK?”

“I guess I missed that,” the Lord said.

“Sentiment is very much against us down here,” the wolves said.

“I’m so awfully sorry,” the Lord said.

“Thank you for inviting us to participate in your plan anyway,” the wolves said politely.

The Lord did not want to appear addled, but what was the plan his sons were referring to exactly?

94. If You Feel You Must

“… in other areas of the country, shopkeepers have threatened mass suicide to protest eighteen to twenty hours of power blackouts every day …”

95. Sibling

The American philosopher William James posited that overbelief was essential to a lived life, and that only when we open ourselves to God’s influence are our deepest destinies fulfilled. God provided William with many things, including (according to his sister Alice) the ability to be “born fresh every morning.” He also gave him a brother, Henry, who He determined would be “younger and shallower and vainer.” William quite agreed with this assessment.