page 197 of 198 of The Tartar Steppe

Incredible imagery of the room getting darker, the threatening outline of the furniture, the white of the bed alone visible. And you feel his life draining out slowly You feel his end, his solitude, the sadness of it all.

So depressing, but a great warning, too. I’m reminded of Stoner’s death in his room watching the young people cross the lawn. The books are similar, too.