“He spoke from experience,” Claudius says with fondness for them both. “So do I. During those same years I came back from war, I had my first fights with Gertrude …” So many memories from his youth are disorganized, full of static snow like the screen in the game room before it forms a picture. But even fights with Gertrude were too precious to lose. “Whene’er she tried to treat me with care, I felt she was treating me as a child, and I had many foolish ideas about manhood and what my fellows would think. And, as thou knowest, I was used to solving problems mine own way.” ‘Solving’ said with utmost irony. “I see an echo of that in Magnus. A little soldier boy, too used to self-sufficiency to listen to adults’ advice. I have to bury my advice in a lesson for him to hear it. An it aids thee, think thou art setting an example: accept care the way thou wouldst he did, if he needed it from thee.”