This book is surprising both in its construction and in the message that "it is supposed to deliver. I expected a different story would have mixed the two families. In turn, we have compassion for beuzaboc and the his disgust for sham. Finally, one begins to understand his approach, his respect for strong, that desire to live vicariously the courage he had not, for his daughter, then remorse assail, but the malaise that persists once we finished the work. We seek the moral of the story, the view. The cards are shuffled and it is very difficult to say that after the era of witnesses, only the memory remains, but what memory?
