Elias CanettiDeath is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages
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Death is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages. The machine is a metaphor for a person’s life and how it works. In this quote, the author is suggesting that he doesn’t want to die because death is “a scandal.” When you die, you get out of this world and get out of your body.
You don’t have to do any more, you don’t have to take part in any more things. Dead people can say what they want because nothing will be heard again.
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