52% done with War and Peace


I always get the image of an old dog trying to find somewhere to go hide so it can die when I read this chapter when the old Prince keeps sleeping in a different part of the house every night.

I love the one brief moment into his most private thoughts when he recalls a memory from his youth, also at war. The brightly colored tent, his face clear of wrinkles, his mind hot and full of life. So sad.