Side Effects [antikvár]

IT HAS BEEN fonT weeks and it is stín hard for me to believe Sandor Needleman is dead. I was present at the cremation and at his son's request, brought űio marshmallows, but few of us could think of anything but our pain.Needleman was constantly obsessing over his funeral plans and once told me, much prefer cremation to burial in the earth, and both to a weekend with Mrs. Needleman." In the end, he chose to have himself cremated and donated his a^es to the University of Heidelberg, which scattered them to the four winds and got a deposit on the urn.I can stin see him with his crumpled suit and grey sweater. Preoccupied with weighty matters, he frequently would forget to remove the coat hanger from his jacket while he wore it I reminded him of it one time at a Princeton Commencement and he smiled calmly and said,3