![]() ![]() When he imagines visiting his wife to “slide down beside her and stroke her still-sleeping face,” I come to terms with the realities of his suffering. These descriptions provide a mixture of extraordinary sadness and beauty. He accepts his new life with satirical cheerfulness and smiling qualms of an ordinary man, remembering with nostalgia the pleasures taken from him – baths, meals, conversations, and work. Its poignancy lies in the author’s ability to simplify an extraordinary story with a touching and skillful avoidance of the depths of despair. Gracefully, the author bore one of the worst imaginable fates humans could ever experience. No one has ever written anything – leave alone a book – with the blinking of the left eyelid. What is more plausible than the narration itself is the existence of the essay. ![]() The “Diving Bell and the Butterfly” is a tale of endurance. ![]()
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