4664. I have to stop here and apologize to my readers, if I have
any, and also to Coromo himself for this entire line of reasoning in the above
paragraphs. I am well aware that my hero has just passed through the most
emotional and cathartic event of his young life.
4665. I have narrated how he developed a certain paranoia, how he
overcame his fears, and then was brought to a pitch of terror, and then found
himself saved. I realize the importance of these events for him and yet find
fit to belittle his feelings by subjecting them to a mock analysis.
4666. Who am I anyway, I would like to myself, that I find myself
so superior to this character, that I can talk about his inner most
spirituality, as if it is just some light entertainment; laugh at his terror,
and find humor in his moment of epiphany.
4667. I can excuse myself, after this apology, in only one way, by
saying this. I too was in the place I find him to be in right at this moment,
and when I was there I laughed at myself, I laughed myself to scorn with tears
in my eyes.
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