Somehow trying not to die gracefully among his few remaining friends, Morse realizes Lewis will likely finish this final case up without him. Choosing between rusting or wearing out, Morse chooses the later, making the melancholy palpable on every page. Pushing back the tears, I felt I lost a trusted friend in Morse's final days.
How does a man measure his life? This is Morse's final struggle, final mystery, final effort to make a difference when he loses hope and sees himself falling short of the finish line.
This book only has value in my opinion when read last in the series. It was hard to let him go.