“The light from behind her father’s eyes resembled not so much the dimness of time but rather a sort of eclipse. It was almost as if he was two men trapped in one body and that the bigger, brighter, star of a man he used to be had become eclipsed by this small, sturdy, rock of a man that sat before me. His every glance seemed to be warning me – shouting at me – that to live the life of a modern man is to live a life eclipsed.”
