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She shot very well this good, this rich bitch, this kindly caretaker and destroyer of his talent. Nonsense. He had destroyed his talent himself.
When considering how his life has turned out, and how he has abandoned his writing practice, Harry’s first instinct is to blame his wife, Helen. He believes that her wealthy lifestyle and kind personality have turned him soft and drained him of his creative energy. However, while Helen may not be the right partner for Harry, and it may be true that her wealth made him lazy, he must accept that it was his decision to marry her and stay with her. Harry is ultimately in control of his own life, and he is responsible for his passivity and abandonment of his writing practice.
That was one story he had saved to write. He knew at least twenty good stories from out there and he had never written one. Why?
As Harry explores more and more important memories from his past, he asks himself multiple times why he never wrote about these pivotal moments. Of course, Harry knows the reasons—he’s too heartbroken to write about his past lovers, he’s traumatized by the war, he’s taught himself not to care about anything, and most importantly, he’s grown passive and weak living a luxurious, carefree life—but these reasons seem small and ridiculous when he’s faced with the finality of his death. Harry realizes it was a terrible mistake to not write about his life and his world while he had the chance.
