STUDENTEREKSAMEN ENGELSK A-NIVEAU

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At least if he knew he was definitely going to drown he could resign himself, remove
some of this stress, this tearing anxiety. After all, everyone died in the end. What
difference did it make when you went?
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The magazine would let him go soon. His writing would dwindle, disappear down to
a dot and vanish, his girlfriend would have left long before and he'd cast off from the
last of his friends and relatives. Jon looked down at the reef, a cliff dropping away into
soft darkness. An immensity of nothingness, a massive absence that was a presence.
Unfathomable. As fish died, the deep had absorbed them for millions of years, more
lately divers had merged with it, thrashing Action Man dolls that became smaller and
smaller and then were nothing, their nothingness part of an immeasurable emptiness, as
if they had never been. The deep was here whether he was swimming over it or not. It
had been here waiting while he slept, sodden, in his hotel room.
He thought of his fear and became angry. Well, this would show them he wasn't
yellow. Then he was calm again and looked back up at himself from below. He dropped
behind the others, swung out behind an outcrop of coral, pulled out the mouthpiece and
drank.