As the grandfather clock ticks, so too does Sam’s life, and he dreads the moment where it will stop, for he fears that his life will stop with it. The character he plays is quite the character, with great dialogue throughout, snappy lines all, the grandfather seemingly on the edge of insanity, but you can never quite tell if he’s the one who is crazy or if the world is populated by the ones who don’t get it.
In the end, the grandfather has a conversation with himself, as it were, and he decides that perhaps the head shrinker isn’t so bad, that to think that his life is tied to this clock makes no sense whatsoever, and he wants to stick around to see the arrival of his great-grandchild, and that the neighbor who took the clock got the raw end of the deal, since the clock has finally ticked it’s last. Not very mystical perhaps, but well written, to be sure.
