Just as we take the train to go to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to go to a star.
What's certainly true in this argument is that while alive, we cannot go to a star, any more than once dead we'd be able to take the train.
So it seems to me not impossible that cholera, the stone, consumption, cancer are celestial means of locomotion, just as steamboats, omnibuses and the railway are terrestrial ones.
To die peacefully of old age would be to go there on foot.
For the moment I'm going to go to bed because it's late,
and I wish you good night and good luck.
Handshake.
Ever yours,
Vincent