He bowed his head, understanding that this was between God and . . . The aria of the heartbroken clown echoed in his ears and Anna crumpled and fell again, and again, and . . . in a matter of seconds, his faith in God, in life, in love, and in a better tomorrow drained away to empty.
Previously the story was severely stylistically stunted. I’m thinking now Sullivan was not going to fill in the blanks of the emotions that Pino was not allowing himself to feel. He was escaping in Anna and the hope of their happy ending so all we really knew of Pino were his immediate physical needs. Now the illusion has evaporated and suddenly we have cadence and rawness
