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Chapter thirty-three. Good Intentions
London, April 21, 1955
‘I have got to kill time till time kills me. When, Charles, you wouldn’t tell me, I asked my solicitor what my expectation of life was, and he told me four and a half years. Of course, I know I may die at any moment, but I don’t care. I’m prepared for an emergency’
Моран (Lord Moran),
Черчилль,
Смерть,
Старость,
Дневник,
Врачи,
Время