What a strange but uplifting story. I loved the lighthouse. I knew exactly how Peter (and Doody) felt. It was great to see them coming back to life after all the lost years of guilt and self-loathing and self-punishment.
Straker's lighthouse is little more than a folly, a rocket pointing defiantly at the stars, waiting for take-off, destined for great things, but unfairly abandoned. Part of the flotsam and jetsam stranded on the high-tide mark, in the right place at the wrong time. Straker understands its redundancy. I and the lighthouse. The lighthouse and me.