But much sadder was for me the observation that you sometimes snapped at me out of the blue, without my giving you even the slightest provocation. I did not have the feeling that you treated me like your father had treated me, but that you abused me in the same way he had handled you. Then I felt, for a moment, like a completely trampled down child, which I myself had never been with him; but I was able to observe how he handled you.
