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For me the book was really about the hope of inner life. Even when everything on the outside is as grim as it gets, man's faculty for beauty, for hope, for love is still intact: The stark contrast between an outer, hopelessly destroyed, nature and an inner nature which seems to almost create beauty and hope by the sheer force of will.
That is why I see the novel as very hopeful and not pessimistic at all: Even in the face of total destruction, hope is still stronger than despair. Love stronger than death.
The beautiful prose is a triumph of inner life and of humanity.
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