After a while I started to think of that as an image of something that went a lot deeper than the dead dog, which is you can't bring back anything to life.
I sat next to a young woman on a plane once who bombarded me for five hours with how she had decided to be born again and so should I. I told her I was glad for her, but I hadn't used up being born the first time.
Here's my Golden Rule for a tarnished age: Be fair with others, but keep after them until they're fair with you.
Marie Curie is my hero. Few people have accomplished something so rare - changing science. And as hard as that is, she had to do it against the tide of the culture at the time - the prejudice against her as a foreigner, because she was born in Poland and worked in France. And the prejudice against her as a woman.