مرگ بسیار آرام
"When my father died I did not cry at all." "I said to my sister, 'It will be the same for Maman.' I had understood all my sorrows up until that night: even when they flowed over my head I recognized myself in them. This time my despair escaped from my control: someone other than myself was weeping in me." Simone de Beauvoir has written nothing more moving than this record of her mother's death from cancer. The agonies of a "very easy death," the clinical humiliations of a proud woman, the unforeseen flashes of love and hostility at the bedside are all told with an honesty that would be pitiless if it were not truly pitiable.