“What disappears with the death of a friend? Solomon wonders, standing in the field threatened by the storm. The funeral is over, the survivors have left, Caesar's body has been buried in the earth to which he devoted his last years. One of the things we lose, thinks Solomon, is the person we were with them, the parts of us they brought to life. With such an old friend, we are also stripped of the memory of what we once were.”
Book:The Future