Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Why do we take pleasure in gruesome death, neatly packaged as a puzzle to which we may find a satisfactory solution through clues - or if we are not clever enough, have it revealed by the all-powerful tale-teller at the end of the book? It is something to do with being reduced to, and comforted by, playing by the rules.
There are few things more fundamentally encouraging and stimulating than seeing someone else die.
To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
Death is very often referred to as a good career move.
I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
We're so afraid of death in our culture, but I think if we understand it better, then we'll appreciate the life we have more.
The subject of death is taboo. We feel, perhaps only subconsciously, that to be in contact with death in any way, even indirectly, somehow confronts us with the prospect of our own deaths, draws our own deaths closer and makes them more real and thinkable.
Anglo Saxons: To blame for everything.
The approach of death certainly concentrates the mind.