The narrator loves Clara desperately. Clara is mentally disorganized, for she says she sees rats in her room. His love deepens as she suffers from cancer. He loses himself and is obsessed with her.
At the end of the story, he thinks: “But I was in no condition to provide him [Clara’s husband] with that solace.”
The writer’s message is: the narrator himself is the one who needs solace. This is a paradoxical story. Clara looks like a sick person, but actually the sick is the narrator himself.
The writer’s message is: the narrator himself is the one who needs solace. This is a paradoxical story. Clara looks like a sick person, but actually the sick is the narrator himself.
