just finished this classic. I'm not sure why I hadn't read it before...
anyway, I found the first 2/3 of the book rather monotonous... engaging but nothing new (although I grant that it WAS new, as Stewart may have been the first with some of the ideas, just not new to me).
the last 1/3 of the book however I thought was magnificent! Ish as an old man... tears streamed down my cheeks as I finished the last few pages. Although I am often moved, even to tears, by what I read... this particular passage was intimately touching. As a sensitive 'bookish' man, prone to worrying overmuch about trivia, moving towards old age (I know I know, 48 isn't old.... but it isn't young either, as my body never fails to remind me), I can easily and completely identify with Ish.
Anyway
felt like sharing a bit, hope I didn't come across as too corny or sappy
