Like Henry Fleming, I often feel that I am a coward. I was raised under a regimen of fear, and it made me feel weak, fearful, and ultimately like I can't stand on my own.
But that isn't my objective reality. I somehow manage to survive and even learn a bit more about myself and about how to survive as time goes on.
I suspect that is true for all of us.
I like the ending of tne novel:
The sultry nightmare was in the past. He had been an animal blistered and sweating in the heat and pain of war. He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks, an existence of soft and eternal peace.
Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.
But that isn't my objective reality. I somehow manage to survive and even learn a bit more about myself and about how to survive as time goes on.
I suspect that is true for all of us.
I like the ending of tne novel:
The sultry nightmare was in the past. He had been an animal blistered and sweating in the heat and pain of war. He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks, an existence of soft and eternal peace.
Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.