[ speirs has written few letters during the war. those he has written were written out of obligation or necessity rather than an honest desire to write letters; he's a man of action rather than of the written word, he prefers to look people in the eye while he's talking to them rather than pen letters.
( maybe that explains why his wife will leave him; he has spent most of the time of their acquaintance away from her and doesn't even write. )
speirs is a man of action, but there isn't much action to be had here and part of him craves-- something. any kind of distraction. the knock on the door could be that, or it could just be more reports. ]
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( maybe that explains why his wife will leave him; he has spent most of the time of their acquaintance away from her and doesn't even write. )
speirs is a man of action, but there isn't much action to be had here and part of him craves-- something. any kind of distraction. the knock on the door could be that, or it could just be more reports. ]
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