Funny and
humorous, but sad at the same time.
The ending is very impressive, and well contrasted against the rest of the “noisy” story.
The three parts seem to stand separately, but connected in the bottom. It is difficult to understand that the protagonist is the same person in The Spy, The Writer, and The Substance of Things Hoped for. When you become as old as the protagonist, you look back your life in the way the writer describes. Every old man has his boyhood, and middle aged times.
How sad and touching the ending part is:
“… And then, as we draw one last breath together, I snatch your hand. And hold it. Holding it, and holding it, and still holding it, I breathe out.”
The ending is very impressive, and well contrasted against the rest of the “noisy” story.
The three parts seem to stand separately, but connected in the bottom. It is difficult to understand that the protagonist is the same person in The Spy, The Writer, and The Substance of Things Hoped for. When you become as old as the protagonist, you look back your life in the way the writer describes. Every old man has his boyhood, and middle aged times.
How sad and touching the ending part is:
“… And then, as we draw one last breath together, I snatch your hand. And hold it. Holding it, and holding it, and still holding it, I breathe out.”
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