Rationell syn på döden

När jag häromdagen läste Albert Camus roman The Outsider (fr. L’Étranger, sv. Främlingen) — den låter sig läsas på en dag — fann jag huvudpersonen Meursaults syn på döden tilltalande. Han var dömd till döden och tänkte så här (s. 109—110):

”And when it came down to it, I wasn’t unaware of the fact that it doesn’t matter very much whether you die at thirty or at seventy since, in either case, other men and women will naturally go on living, for thousands of years even. Nothing was plainer, in fact. It was still only me who was dying, whether it was now or in twenty years’ time. At that point the thing that would rather upset my reasoning was that I’d feel my heart give this terrifying leap at the thought of having another twenty years to live. But I just had to stifle it by imagining what I’d be thinking in twenty years’ time. Given that you’ve got to die, it obviously doesn’t matter exactly how or when.”