Excerpt from `The Diary of H.L. Mencken'

BALTIMORE, MAY 30, 1945 Sara will be dead ten years tomorrow. It seems a long, long while, yet she still remains living to me, and seldom a waking hour passes that I do not think of her....

My days with her made a beautiful epidsode in my life, perhaps the only one that deserves to be called romantic. It seems to me to be vain and even a bit silly to resist the irremediable, but I think of her with tenderness and a kind of longing. I can well understand why the more naive sort of people cling to the hope of a reunion after death. But I do not share it.