If you could plan them, what would your last words be? I honestly don´t like to think about mine, but I hope they are full of love, and perhaps, humor.
Obviously, it is not surprising that the last words of various writers protrude wise or witty, because after all, they are people who dedicated their lives to language.
Here I share a list with the last words of some prestigious authors (data resumed from the book Secret Lives of Great Authors by Robert Schnakenberg, which I recommend because it is very entertaining):
- Lord Byron: "Now I should go to sleep. ."
- Edgar Allan Poe: "Lord! Help my poor soul!"
- Anne Brönte: "Take courage, Charlotte. Take coruage."
- Henry David Thoreau: "Moose, indian." (Nobody understood what he was talking about)
- Walt Whitman: "Hold me up, I want to shit."
- LeoTolstói: "But the peasants…¿How do peasants die?"
- Emily Dickinson: "I must go in; the fog is rising."
- Louise May Alcott: "Is it not meningitis?"
- Oscar Wilde: "either the wallpaper goes, or I do."
- Lyman Frank Baum: "Now I can cross the Shifting Sands."
- Arthur Conan Doyle: "You are wonderful" (To his wife)
- Herbert George Wells: "Go away, I´m allright."
- Gertrude Stein: "What is the answer?... In that case, what is the question?"
- James Joyce: "Does nobody understand?"
- Franz Kafka: "Kill me or you are a murderer!!"
- Eugene O ´Neill: "I knew it. I knew it. Born in a hotel room, and God damn it, died in a hotel room."
- Dylan Thomas: "I have had 18 straight whiskies. I think that´s a record".
I love Wilde´s last speech, what do you think? Do you know the last words of a friend or relative? What were they?