On Friday afternoon, I listened to the final CD of the audio book, The Age of Innocence. I'm going to miss the delight I've experienced while driving in my truck marveling at the many voices of the narrator, Dick Hill. I was often tempted to bring the audio novel in the house with me yet I resisted which is fortunate since by listening only en route I stretched the pleasure out over several days.
Now, of course, I want to view the movie but was unable to find it at the video stores nearby. I found a used copy on amazon.com and ordered it on Saturday. I've heard that watching the film adaptation is equally as splendid as reading or listening to Jane Austen's novel and I can barely wait for it to arrive.
I must admit I was agog at the conclusion of the book. My mind reeled as I tried to come to terms with the final words of the novel. After struggling to accept the conclusion and failing, I searched the internet for a summary of the book. Here I finally found the peace I was seeking in the explanation I found. I hate to admit that the density of my brain required a third party to help me comprehend the main character's final action, but so be it.
As long as I'm baring my soul, I must add that I wasn't totally surprised at my inability to "get it." On a daily basis, I find myself "wondering why" regarding countless happenings in my own life. "Wondering Why" and I are well-acquainted. Perhaps I should once again go to my computer. Who knows what I'd find if I entered "unraveling my perplexity" in the search engines!