And though he does not read these words here (in fact, he finds it very touching that Fritz does keep reading -
and why is it touching? why would reading me be regarded as something approaching the
heroic? The Inner Child wants to know this.
We do not know.
We wouldn't want to say that we think it is he finds this*what-all(emotions, wordiness, vaporing back and forth) . . . tedious. But our vocabularly is limited and we don't know any other word quite so apparently,
- to be exact, it makes my Dad a little sentimental, a little teary-eyed to comtemplate Fritz's steady, faithful, uncomplaining reading of all this*)