“On the day he died from cancer in 1963 Huxley asked his second wife Laura to inject him with LSD.”
“Music.”
“In this room, it was then his room, uh, and uh, he was getting very weak, and he said to me, Give me a big, big piece of paper, and he wrote intramuscular 100 mic of L intramuscular, and I filled a syringe with it and I gave it to him. It was very quiet. At a certain point, I said, If you hear me, squeeze my hand, and he did very weakly. Then I thought I had the impression that maybe it was necessary to give a second shot, and I asked him, and he indicated so. I gave him a second shot, and that, well, then it was about four or five hours where there was absolutely no jolt, no agitation, nothing except this very, very quiet, uh, like a music that becomes less and less audible, like going, fading away. There was no, no jolt when he died. It was just that breath stopped, and there was a beautiful expression on the face. It was a very beautiful expression on the face.”
