coat and scooped a little hole in the snow, where he covered itup. Then he dozed a while, from his weak condition, seeminginsensible to the cold. Even with his dying thoughts, Paul is concerned about the things he will never get to do because he will never be a part of a high class society. Paul regretted his own personal rebellion. Just as his beautiful, perfect flowers had shone with radiance and basked in their glory of being beautiful, so did Paul. Likewise, a flower’s beauty does not last forever; Paul’s upper class experience would also not last forever and his true happiness was limited to just a few days, just like his flower....
