He was lying on the ground, and I was preparing to put him in the trunk of the car, and when I looked back he was standing. Standing! I’d taken out one of his eyes. Who knows what damage I did in there, yet he was on his feet. I
I like how this curiously correlates to the story Louis just told & how ironic it makes the story adding an almost layer of realism within the book & characters.
It’s little things like this, that could just go by read but not really noticed & appreciated, that make this author, the characters & the books as amazingly well done as they all are, because you NEED to notice & appreciate parts such as this to be totally captivated by the story.
Kinda like you ‘can’ read the books in any order, you can with lots of books, but in order & binged truly brings your conscience into line & allows you to fall into them like soft snow or autumn leaves, a glistening ocean or a field of wildflowers, all can be enjoyed as separate, but one after the other allows you to appreciate the true natural beauty as one changes into the next.
