No hospital, Philip Roth emociona-se perante o pai moribundo:
I leaned as close to him as I could get and, with my lips to his sunken, ruined face, found it in me finally to whisper, «Dad, I'm going to have to let you go.» He'd been unconscious for several hours and couldn't hear me, but, shocked, amazed, and weeping, I repeated to him again and then again, until I believed it myself.
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