Was his life nothing? Had he nothing to show, no work? He did not count his work, anyone could have done it. What had he known, but the long, marital embrace with his wife. Curious, that this was what his life amounted to! At any rate, it was something, it was eternal. He would say so to anybody, and be proud of it. He lay with his wife in his arms, and she was still his fulfillment, just the same as ever. And that was the be-all and the end-all. Yes, and he was proud of it.
The quote reflects the protagonist's introspection regarding the significance of his life. He questions whether his existence holds any value, feeling that his work is unremarkable and could have been accomplished by anyone. Despite this self-doubt, he recognizes the profound meaning of his relationship with his wife, which he sees as the true essence of his life. This marital bond provides him with a sense of fulfillment that transcends conventional achievements.
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