You managed to get through the first three or four paragraphs unscathed and got to the end and then manage to come up with a comment that is extremely cogent.
In a second language.
The final paragraph is probably just as intelligible to you as it is to me - it says things that are just a little bit beyond mere language. The words and phrases have meaning but the sense that is conveyed is way more than the symbols themselves.
Purple prose? - fair one; but I think that, given the preamble, we get a sense of sheer and utter sense of potential loss, combined with a tenacious desire to be.
"it says things that are just a little bit beyond mere language. The words and phrases have meaning but the sense that is conveyed is way more than the symbols themselves."
This describes how I feel reading a lot of Cormac McCarthy's writing.
In a second language.
The final paragraph is probably just as intelligible to you as it is to me - it says things that are just a little bit beyond mere language. The words and phrases have meaning but the sense that is conveyed is way more than the symbols themselves.
Purple prose? - fair one; but I think that, given the preamble, we get a sense of sheer and utter sense of potential loss, combined with a tenacious desire to be.
It is utterly heart rending.