While I'm on the subject of News of the World, here's another bit that I had to stop and reread so as to think about it fully:
Maybe life is just carrying news. Surviving to carry the news. Maybe we have just one message, and it is delivered to us when we are born and we are never sure what it says; it may have nothing to do with us personally but it must be carried by hand through a life, all the way, and at the end handed over, sealed.
It's a good book.