“If there was one thing worse than worrying, it was wasted worrying.”
This incredibly observant story means a helluva lot to me. Empathy apotheosised. My visit to hospital clinics in recent years, observing the other patients, and interacting with those nurses and doctors who attend me as an oldish man during tests and results, and my reading literature in between as a waiting-room dewaiter! Here in this story it was Chekhov, recently mine has been MacLaverty, a godsend…. I must “degrump”!
Please excuse me quoting this whole crucial passage…
“He was struck yet again by the power of the word. Here he was – about to be told he had difficult changes to make to his life and yet by reading words on a page, pictures of Russia a hundred years ago come into his head. Not only that, but he can share sensations and emotions with this student character, created by a real man he never met and translated by a real woman he never met. It was so immediate, the choice of words so delicately accurate, that they blotted out the reality of the present.”
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Context of above review: https://nemonymous123456.wordpress.com/781-2/