Maugham writes about death—and his preparation for it—in a very short chapter. Three paragraphs, each about a half page. Not big paragraphs for Maugham. He’s structured his life epically and he’s in the third act so he’s ready to go. Only he had a lot longer than expected after he wrote The Summing Up. And in true Maugham fashion, he identifies the rural—and mostly tropical—“peasantry” he’s encountered through his life as having the real way of living and dying. They live the “perfect life.” Of course Maugham is going to make that observation. He’s an Imperial romantic.