'No book written by someone is his grave.'

For some reason, I wanted expressly to discuss the great philosopher. Nodding my head at the book, I said, "I've been to his grave at Könisberg."

"I'm at his grave right now," said my companion, motioning to the open page.

A strange comparison. Doubtless there was nothing like that written there. Kant's thoughts are alive even now. No book written by someone is his grave, I wanted to believe.

—Arvo Valton, "On the Church Step" (1992), from Estonian Short Stories (trans. Ritva Poom 1996)