from your babbling what it was you wanted. You had only to say “broo” and I understood and gave you something to drink. When you cried “mamma,” there I’d be with a bit of bread. And the moment you said “kakka,” I’d grab you, take you outside, and hold you out where you could shit without messing the house up. [Becoming wrathful again with another reminiscence] And now what do you do, curse you? When you were throttling me, didn’t I yell “Here, watch it, I want to crap”? And did you take me outside?