(In reply to re: Another guess
by Vernon Lewis)
I think Penny's answer is more on point but we do have the lines from
Macbeath: Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, The death of
each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's
second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
So sleep is in some sense a form of death, I guess.
Posted by Richard
on 2006-02-13 02:25:30