Ford has ambitiously set out to expose more than just the yearnings of conflicted lovers, but rather unearth insight into the moral complexities that rationalise their motives and decisions. As it approaches this narrative through the eyes of an "involved party", Ford encourages us to question its bias, whether the shared insight into its story and characters are shaped by objective authenticity or whether the narrator himself has created a confessional to justify and reinforce his own means. Much like the characters themselves, the manner of its storytelling is a reflection of his own frailties to unfold this story, with Ford managing to reflect the zig-zag nature of thought recollection (which on its own managed to frustrate and intrigue me simultaneously). There was enough of its story that encouraged me to endure through it to the end, though Ford did make the process rather difficult with its choice of narration - despite its deliberateness - and I do wonder that now I am aware of how it all unfolds and my feelings towards its approach of telling it, whether that impression will change upon a subsequent read. Undoubtedly, there is a layer to this that I have yet to grasp and that lingering thought has always questioned my own initial response to this. However, how I currently feel is how it simply is.