'if i eat the fruit, i'll die,' eve tells him. 'not death death,' he says (gen 3:4). לא מות תמתון. not death death. he repeats himself, as if to say, it's not a real death. not a death like that, like you think. she's listening.
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro