Neither the shifting white blur outside, nor the sudden deep remembrance of the snowy Polish village where he had wasted his you
th could turn his thoughts from Max the college boy, (a constant visitor in the mind since early that morning when Feld saw him trudging through the snowdrifts on his way to school) whom he so much respected because of the sacrifices he had made. . . . What valid conclusion can you make based on the excerpt from “The First Seven Years” by Bernard Malamud?
