And what should have been the most relaxing, the most intimate, the most tender moment of the day, became instead this kind of gladiatorial battle of wills, a clash between my speed and his slowness.
当一个爸爸坐下来，为他的儿子读故事， 这本最应该是一天中最放松，最亲密， 最亲切柔软的时刻， 反而变成了这种角斗士般关于意志的争斗； 变成了他要快我要... 不，是我要快他要慢而引起的冲突