‘Only by living on his terms could he die a satisfactory
 death, for even death had to have a meaning, as 
much as life, for birth and death were the beginning 
and end of the sentence and one had to fill that 
sentence with meaningful words. If one did not, then 
that death, that apex, would mean nothing and it 
had to mean everything. If it did not, if death meant 
nothing, if it was merely the cessation of breath, the 
stilling of the heart, then it was wasted. One could 
waste death no more than one could waste life. Only 
by a good death, a contented death, could one know 
that one had lived a good life, a life fulfilled. Of course, 
he was still searching.’ 
 
So Christian Tassin decides to find the only thing that 
would give his life meaning - a good death.