Read by Tim Jerome. In 1956, towards the end of Reverend John Ames' life, he begins a letter to his young son: 'I told you last night that I might be gone sometime...you reached up & put your fingers on my lips & gave me that look I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mother's. It's a kind of furious pride, very passionate & stern. I'm always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsinged after I've suffered one of those looks. I will miss them.' The Times: ' It is difficult not to be awed, moved & ultimately humbled'