September 21, 2003

U-Sub-Zero, or, Tearing Your Pleasures with Rough Strife Through the Iron Gates of Life

"We assume that you receive utility u0 while alive, even if you have no consumption at all, and that that utility contributes to social welfare."

--Chad Jones, 2003

"... But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
They beauty shall no more be found
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
Thy echoing song. Then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity.
And your quaint honor into dust.
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace."

--Andrew Marvell, 1664

Posted by DeLong at September 21, 2003 08:57 AM | TrackBack


well the "Ballad of Eskimo Nell", has a different view., of death in the frozen north.

Posted by: big al on September 21, 2003 05:25 PM

There's nothing like the Elizabethan (and in this case, Carolinian) poets is there?

All their poems are "sleep with me because you're going to die one day and then worms will eat you."

Posted by: Tracy on September 22, 2003 02:15 PM
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