Outro trecho do Middle C, William Gass

"The interruption was his mother's doing. Miriam could not understand Joey's attitudes and would not try to imagine why the prospect of Debbie's baby was not a cause for rejoicing and a feeling of fulfillment, as if some significant aim in life had been realized. Begetting was so inevitable, Joey thought, it was as routine as dying, consequently it could be safely left to nature, and otherwise ignored,(...). In due course people were born, in due course they managed to walk, they learned to talk, they attended school, they got a job, partied, married, had kids, sold stuff, bought more, overate, drank to be drunk, were relieved to be regular, labored in order to loaf, lived that way a spell - its passage sometimes stealing years - coasting down due's course - while they lost their hair, sight, hearing, teeth, the use of limbs, the will to live, until, in due course and as their diseases desired, they took to bed; they laughed their last; they said good-bye to the ones they said were loved ones- they curled up in a fist of aches - said good-bye to the ones they said were closest to them - complained about their care - said good-bye to the ones who came to kiss them off, said good-bye to comfort themselves with the sight of another's going, said good-bye while the designated goer complained, complained of neglect, complained of fear, complained of pain, and disinclied going, but would go, go over, cross Jordan, nevertheless. They uttered last words that no one could understand; they curled up like a drying worm; they cried to no avail because weeping begot only weeping, wailing was anwered with wails; they repented to no one in particular; they died as someone whose loss was likely to be felt no farther than the idler's door, and dying, quite often, in debt for a cemetary plot, the service of a funeral parlor, in the pursuit of a false ideal. Joey didn't see much to interest him in any of this. It was what was done between times that fascinated him, when due course was interrupted by dream or discovery, murder or music, though wars were, he had to admit, due course to a faretheewell. And he thought, mor and more, that death, assuredly dire, was also something due."