Last line

And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers — shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle — to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.

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4 Responses to Last line

  1. red says:

    Clue:

    Another classic. It’s a classic of sci-fi fiction. The author of this book had a long-term affair with Dame Rebecca West, one of my personal idols.

  2. Curtis says:

    Not having read the book, but going on your clue is this Farenheit 451 by Bradbury??

  3. red says:

    Scott-

    You got it – Yes, Time Machine.

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