The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen â it's not gasps and blood and falling about â that isn't what makes it death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all â now you see him, now you don't, that's the only thing that's real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back â an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.
Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead













