A good, short read. Ended very abruptly for me. Need to give the whole story some thought - whilst it is very well-written it doesn't feel all that profound and I'd like to know more about why it is such a classic. Is it just a function of being so bizarre and being written in the 1920s?
One side of his body lifted itself, he lay at an angle in the doorway, one flank scraped on the white door and was painfully injured, leaving vile brown flecks on it
"Ah!", he shouted as he came in, sounding as if he were both angry and glad at the same time.
"I told you so."
He remained in this state of empty and peaceful rumination until he heard the clock tower strike three in the morning. He watched as it slowly began to get light everywhere outside the window too. Then, without his willing it, his head sank down completely, and his last breath flowed weakly from his nostrils.
Groo!