Which I wonder dear reader, is the better lot, to die prosperous and famous, or poor and disappointed? To have, and to be forced to yield; or to sink out of life, having played and lost the game? That must be a strange feeling, when a day of our life comes and we say, ‘Tomorrow, succes or failure won’t matter much and the sun will rise, and all the myriads of mankind go to their work or their pleasure as usual, but I shall be out of turmoil.’