There is no more final end than death.
I'm an introspective person. I'm not an extrovert.
Watch the mouth, it reveals what the eyes try to hide.
Parts like Morse don't grow on trees. He's a great character.
We all know that somebody did it, but how did they find the answer?
In the same way he's fascinated by crosswords, the puzzle of solving the murder is what drives him on.
I think Morse's thing about being a poor policeman but a good detective is a very good description of him.
I was involved in school plays, but when I left school I did a couple of odd jobs as a baker's apprentice and then as a fruit market porter in Manchester.
I think sadly that Morse thinks that he can exist on his own and he only realises at the end that he can't and never really has been able to. I feel sorry for him.