I love most of all, I think, that Biggles doesn't notice the name on it, and doesn't read it -- that it's all Erich's to think about, and see his past self's misery in now that he has the time and space to see it from the rearview mirror instead of from the knotted-up middle of it, and then decide what to say to Biggles about it or not. And it almost doesn't matter what he does or doesn't say about it, because the point is, he doesn't have to; he can pick. It's a much defter story for that restraint, I think, and it's beautifully bittersweet (or, rather, sweet after bitter).
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I love most of all, I think, that Biggles doesn't notice the name on it, and doesn't read it -- that it's all Erich's to think about, and see his past self's misery in now that he has the time and space to see it from the rearview mirror instead of from the knotted-up middle of it, and then decide what to say to Biggles about it or not. And it almost doesn't matter what he does or doesn't say about it, because the point is, he doesn't have to; he can pick. It's a much defter story for that restraint, I think, and it's beautifully bittersweet (or, rather, sweet after bitter).