A forma grotesca de como descreve a morte. Aquilo que nos faz sentir ao ler estas palavras.He was not the first patient to fall in love with his nurse. He was not even the first patient to fall in love with
Maureen. She'd had several affairs over the years, a few of them with men rather worse off than he was, who, like him, made a full recovery with the help of Maureen's vitality. Her gift was to make the ill hopeful, so hopeful that instead of closing their eyes to blot out the world, they opened them wide to behold her vibrant presence, and were rejuvenated.
But she was pale with helplessness and couldn't stop the tears from running down her face: she wanted her father to be the way he was when she was ten and eleven and twelve and thirteen, without impediment or incapacity – and so did he.