Mrs. Jacqueline Kennedy,
In your heart of hearts you know that what happened was right; in your heart of heart you feel secretly relieved and strangely happy; yes, the only word that rhymes with death is – breath. Don’t you want to dance?
So, when the whole world heaps sorrow and condolence upon you, let me congratulate you.
Yours,
Agnar Mykle
(Gjengitt frå boka «Mykle, et diktet liv» av Anders Heger)