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Via Boing Boing kwam ik op dit interessante artikel, waarin overlevenden van diverse ongelukken vertellen hoe het voelde om dood te gaan.
Doorklikkend kwam ik op een pagina over de guillotine, met daarin een opmerkelijk verslag uit 1905 van een arts die de dertig seconden na een onthoofding van meneer Languille beschrijft.
"It was then that I called in a strong, sharp voice: "Languille!" I saw the eyelids slowly lift up, without any spasmodic contractions – I insist advisedly on this peculiarity – but with an even movement, quite distinct and normal, such as happens in everyday life, with people awakened or torn from their thoughts.
Next Languille's eyes very definitely fixed themselves on mine and the pupils focused themselves. I was not, then, dealing with the sort of vague dull look without any expression, that can be observed any day in dying people to whom one speaks: I was dealing with undeniably living eyes which were looking at me."
