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MICHAEL HENCHARD’S WILL

“That Elizabeth-Jane Farfrae be not told of my death, or
made to grieve on account of me.
  “& that I be not bury’d in consecrated ground.
  “& that no sexton be asked to toll the bell.
  “& that nobody is wished to see my dead body.
  “& that no murners walk behind me at my funeral.
  “& that no flours be planted on my grave,
  “& that no man remember me.
  “To this I put my name.

MICHAEL HENCHARD*

* J D Salinger. The Catcher in the Rye                                                                            *Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge