The Ancestor did certain things which made me feel empathy for him, gave me a sense of how he tried to stop the flood of something inevitable, and greater than he could ever be. To feel something new, for a character we have loathed for a year, is an impressive feat, and the writers at Red Hook must be commended. I also sensed, very, very subtly, that the story was also advancing. The narrator was less sarcastic, less taunting. There was a tiredness, a fatalistic exhaustion, which made his commentary ever-slightly tender.