The Suicide Club

Now, we know that life is only a stage to play the fool upon as long as the part amuses us. There was one more convenience lacking to modern comfort; a decent, easy way to quit that stage; the back stairs to liberty; or, as I said this moment, Death’s private door.

Alas! in the clothes of the greatest potentate, what is there but a man?

... People trifle with love. Now, I deny that love is a strong passion. Fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intensest joys of living. Envy me – envy me, sir,” he added with a chuckle, “I am a coward!

He felt ready to face the devil, and strutted in the ballroom with the swagger of a cavalier.

Watch for the ace of spades, which is the sign of death, and the ace of clubs, which designates the official of the night. Happy, happy young men!” he added.

Pues bien, nosotros sabemos que la vida no es más que un escenario donde hacer payasadas mientras el papel nos divierta. A la comodidad moderna le faltaba todavía un adelanto: un modo fácil y digno de salir del escenario, una escalera trasera hacia la libertad; o, como he dicho hace un instante, la puerta secreta de la Muerte. Eso, mis dos compañeros de rebeldía, es lo que proporciona el Club de los Suicidas.