" The idea of dying bit by bit as the etceteras break down like an old car, gives me the willies. Indeed, my car and I have a lot in common. The engine runs like a new one, but it needs bodywork, the brakes need work, the steering's getting sloppy, the door on the driver's side jams, the wheels need new tyres, electrical circuits are giving out, the carby's in trouble and I can't find one that fits, the fuel pump leaks, and the seats need reupholstering. And it sorely needs a paint job. Well, I'm sorta like that, and big pharma does well out of me...."
