Maybe that's how it is, this intensely personal and intimate aspect that's linked to everything. The way we read, the way we write...
The anticipation of the blow, when you are already ducking and weaving around it.
I can certainly see how the observance of that would be informing how you view your father, even if you weren't fully aware of it before. I was about to bring up something similar before to this -- one's slightly sideways attack on the world. It must take vast resiliance and strength to not shrink in kind, even when one's prepared for that insensitive response. That's what I see in Remus in that scene -- he is fighting, in a way. Fighting against being treated like someone who can't be trusted to make the best decisions for himself, like a child; fighting to remain civil in the face of every kindly but dismissive word he's expecting, and receives, when the impatience must be growling in him.
...the story withstands a third reading, is what I'm going to say.
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The anticipation of the blow, when you are already ducking and weaving around it.
I can certainly see how the observance of that would be informing how you view your father, even if you weren't fully aware of it before. I was about to bring up something similar before to this -- one's slightly sideways attack on the world. It must take vast resiliance and strength to not shrink in kind, even when one's prepared for that insensitive response. That's what I see in Remus in that scene -- he is fighting, in a way. Fighting against being treated like someone who can't be trusted to make the best decisions for himself, like a child; fighting to remain civil in the face of every kindly but dismissive word he's expecting, and receives, when the impatience must be growling in him.
...the story withstands a third reading, is what I'm going to say.