death is lost in resurrection?

To Fontdale sitting among her beautiful meadows we are borne
swiftly on. There we must tarry for the night, for I will not
travel in the dark when I can help it. I love it. There is
no solitude in the world, or at least I have never felt any,
like standing alone in the doorway of the rear car on a dark
night, and rushing on through the darkness,--darkness, darkness
everywhere, and if one could be sure of rushing on till
daylight doth appear! But with the frightful and not remote
possibility of bringing up in a crash and being buried under
a general huddle, one prefers daylight. You may not be able
to get out of the huddle even by daylight; but you will at
least know where you are, if there is anything of you left.
So at Fontdale, Halicarnassus branches off temporarily on a
business errand, and I stop for the night a-cousining.

You object to this? Some people do. For my part, I like it.
You say you will not turn your own house or your friend's house
into a hotel. If people wish to see you, let them come and
make a visit; if you wish to see them, you will go and make
them one; but this touch and go,--what is it worth? O foolish
Galatians! much every way. For don't you see, supposing the
people are people you don't like, how much better it is to have
them come and sleep or dine and be gone than to have them
before your face and eyes for a week? An ill that is temporary
is tolerable. You could entertain the Evil One himself, if you
were sure he would go away after dinner. The trouble about him
is not so much that he comes as that he won't go. He hangs
around. If you once open your door to him, there is no getting