I could feel that he'd really given up.
There aren't many pages left.
So I'd just read roughly 50 years worth, huh?
Without any results to show for it, he continued to do nothing but struggle, and the result was that he didn't get anywhere.
Even if he weren't me, he'd probably stop thinking about anything at all due to the weariness.
No, if it were the current me, I might have given up at an even earlier stage.